Winter Evening

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.

by Georg Trakl

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A choral group I sing with has commissioned a song for our group. We would like the composer to set this poem to music, but have no idea how to obtain permission to use the poem (or if it is indeed necessary) . I don't know what book it may be published in, nor do I know the translator. I have no idea where to start. Any ideas?
Recommend anyone who likes this to read Martin Heidigger's essay 'Language'for its wonderful analysis of this poem.