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With silent worship, speechless wonder;
What blessed sounds upon me swelled,
Like organs’ and like trumpets’ thunder—
No human words could ever tell!—
But who for such is sighing sorest,
Let him give heed unto the bell
That dimly soundeth in the forest.
THE DREAM
In a garden sweet went walking
Two lovers hand in hand;
Two pallid figures, low talking,
They sat in the flowery land.
They kissed on the cheek one another,
And they kissed upon the mouth;
They held in their arms each the other,
And back came their health and youth.
Two little bells rang shrilly—
And the lovely dream was dead!
She lay in the cloister chilly;
He afar on his dungeon-bed.
FROM HEINE
LIEDER, IV.
LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO, XXXVIII.
“ “ XLI.
“ “ XLV.
“ “ LXIV.
DIE HEIMKEHR, LX.
“ LXII.
DIE NORDSEE, FIRST CYCLE, XII.
LIEDER
IV
Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear:
What a knocking in that little chamber!—dost hear?
There dwelleth a carpenter evil, and he
Is hard at work on a coffin for me.
He hammers and knocks by night and by day;
‘Tis long since he drove all my sleep away:
Ah, haste thee, carpenter, busy keep,
That I the sooner may go to sleep!
LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO
XXXVIII
The phantoms of times forgotten
Arise from out their grave,
And show me how once in thy presence
I lived the life it gave.
In the day I wandered dreaming,
Through the streets with unsteady foot;
The people looked at me in wonder,
I was so mournful and mute.
At night, then it was better,
For empty was the town;
I and my shadow together
Walked speechless up and down.
My way, with echoing footstep,
Over the bridge I took;
The moon broke out of the waters,
And gave me a meaning look.
I stopped before thy dwelling,
And gazed, and gazed again—
Stood staring up at thy window,
My heart was in such pain.
I know that thou from thy window
Didst often look downward—and
Sawest me, there in the moonlight,
A motionless pillar stand.
LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO
XLI
I dreamt of the daughter of a king,
With white cheeks tear-bewetted;
We sat ‘neath the lime tree’s leavy ring,
In love’s embraces netted.
What blessed sounds upon me swelled,
Like organs’ and like trumpets’ thunder—
No human words could ever tell!—
But who for such is sighing sorest,
Let him give heed unto the bell
That dimly soundeth in the forest.
THE DREAM
In a garden sweet went walking
Two lovers hand in hand;
Two pallid figures, low talking,
They sat in the flowery land.
They kissed on the cheek one another,
And they kissed upon the mouth;
They held in their arms each the other,
And back came their health and youth.
Two little bells rang shrilly—
And the lovely dream was dead!
She lay in the cloister chilly;
He afar on his dungeon-bed.
FROM HEINE
LIEDER, IV.
LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO, XXXVIII.
“ “ XLI.
“ “ XLV.
“ “ LXIV.
DIE HEIMKEHR, LX.
“ LXII.
DIE NORDSEE, FIRST CYCLE, XII.
LIEDER
IV
Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear:
What a knocking in that little chamber!—dost hear?
There dwelleth a carpenter evil, and he
Is hard at work on a coffin for me.
He hammers and knocks by night and by day;
‘Tis long since he drove all my sleep away:
Ah, haste thee, carpenter, busy keep,
That I the sooner may go to sleep!
LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO
XXXVIII
The phantoms of times forgotten
Arise from out their grave,
And show me how once in thy presence
I lived the life it gave.
In the day I wandered dreaming,
Through the streets with unsteady foot;
The people looked at me in wonder,
I was so mournful and mute.
At night, then it was better,
For empty was the town;
I and my shadow together
Walked speechless up and down.
My way, with echoing footstep,
Over the bridge I took;
The moon broke out of the waters,
And gave me a meaning look.
I stopped before thy dwelling,
And gazed, and gazed again—
Stood staring up at thy window,
My heart was in such pain.
I know that thou from thy window
Didst often look downward—and
Sawest me, there in the moonlight,
A motionless pillar stand.
LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO
XLI
I dreamt of the daughter of a king,
With white cheeks tear-bewetted;
We sat ‘neath the lime tree’s leavy ring,
In love’s embraces netted.
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