Here you will find the Poem Winter Evening of poet Georg Trakl
When snow falls against the window, Long sounds the evening bell... For so many has the table Been prepared, the house set in order. From their wandering, many Come on dark paths to this gateway. The tree of grace is flowering in gold Out of the cool sap of the earth. In stillness, wanderer, step in: Grief has worn the threshold into stone. But see: in pure light, glowing There on the table: bread and wine.