Du bist die Ruh

You are my rest, 
my calm and peace:
My longing’s best 
that makes it cease.
To you I give 
for laugh or cry 
as place to live 
my heart and eye.
Come in to find 
and quiet close 
the doors behind 
your kind repose.
All other grief 
drive from my breast: 
my heart reprieve 
and fill with zest.
My eye’s whole sight, 
so much in thrall 
to your own light, 
oh, fill it all!