Rainer Maria Rilke - The Angels lyrics

They all have tired mouths And luminous, illimitable souls; And a longing (as if for sin) Trembles at times through their dreams. They all resemble one another, In God's garden they are silent Like many, many intervals In His mighty melody. But when they spread their wings They awaken the winds That stir as though God With His far-reaching master hands Turned the pages of the dark book of Beginning.