Into the yard the autumn moon shines white.
From the roofs edge fantastic shadows fall,
In empty windows silence dwells;
The rats then quietly steal to the surface
And dart whistling hither and thither
And ahorrid vaprous breath wafts
After them out of the sewer
Through which the ghostly moonlight trembles
And they brawl, maddened with greed
And crowd the house and barns
That are filled with corn and fruit.
Icy winds grizzle in the dark.
Translated from the German Alexander Stillmark
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