10. Rest

Now I first notice how tired I am
As I lay myself down to rest;
Walking kept me going strong
On the inhospitable road.
My feet didn?t ask for rest,
It was too cold to stand still,
My back felt no burden,
The storm helped to blow me onward.
In a charcoal-burner?s tiny house
I have found shelter;
But my limbs won?t relax,
Their hurts burn so much.
You, too, my heart, in strife and storm
So wild and so bold,
Feel first in the silence your serpent
Stir with burning sting!

Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller
music by Franz Schubert Op. 89