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Die Stunden eilen. Wie ein Segelglanz Aus blassem Meer taucht eine auf und lacht Und trägt der Liebe und der Jugend Kranz Und lodert golden, und verglüht in Nacht. Und wieder eine, schwesterähnlich fast, Tritt bei mir ein und sagt mir Märchen vor Und hält im Polster meiner Gondel Rast Und stirbt - und eine neue blüht empor. O schöne Schwestern welche doch von euch Wird mir die Lider in die Augen drücken Und meine Fahrt mit Rast und Heimkehr schmücken Und mich begleiten in das andre Reich? Mir ist, es müsse jene goldene sein, Die Königin, die spät am Abend blüht Und die ein Duft von tiefem Seligsein Mit aller Farben Feuer überglüht Und die in müde Abendfenster schaut Und satter glänzt und reicher als der Tag, Und die so schön beim Feierglockenschlag In Mondesahnung und in Nacht verblaut. In jener Stunde wird ein groß Geleucht Mich selig blenden, und der volle Kranz Genossener Tage, noch vom Meere feucht, Wird mich umgeben mit verklärtem Glanz. Und alles Schöne, was ich je geträumt, Und alles Süße, was ich je genoß, Und alles Süßeste, das ich versäumt Und das mir ungekannt vorüberfloß, Wird sich zu einem namenlosen Licht Vereinen, das mein Auge selig macht, Daß es in niegekannter Wonne bricht. Dann aber nahen Sterne, Mond und Nacht.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 80-81.
Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Le ore passano e la morte è vicina", written 1901, appears in Neue deutsche Lyriker III , in An die Schönheit, first published 1919 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Karl Franz Schwarz , "Die Stunden eilen. Wie ein Segelglanz", 1952 [ male voice and orchestra ], from Die Stunden eilen... - Drei Lieder für eine Männerstimme mit Orchesterbegleitung, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The hours pass and death draws near", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le ore passano e la morte è vicina", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2014-06-12
Line count: 32
Word count: 216
The hours hasten. Like the gleam of a sail From a pallid ocean, one surfaces and laughs And bears the wreath of love and of youth And flares golden, and dies away in night. And again one, almost like a sister, Comes to me and tells me fairy tales And takes its ease upon the cushions of my gondola And dies - and a new one blossoms forth. Oh lovely sisters, which of you though Shall press my eyelids into my eyes And garland my passing with rest and homecoming And accompany me into the other realm? It seems to me as if it must be that golden one, The queen, who blooms late in the evening And who casts a glow of the fire of all colours Over the scent of deep blissfulness And who gazes into the weary evening windows And shines more lushly and richly than the day, And who, at the ringing of the evening bells, so beautifully Dissolves into blueness, in premonitions of moonlight and in night. In that hour a great shining shall Blind me blessedly, and the entire wreath Of days enjoyed, still damp from the sea, Shall surround me with a transfigured radiance. And all beauty of which I ever dreamed, And all sweetness that I ever enjoyed, And all the most sweet that I let pass me by And that flowed past me unrecognized, Shall unite itself to a nameless light That makes my eye blessed, So that I shall die in a joy such as I have never known before. Then, however, the stars, moon and night shall draw near.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Le ore passano e la morte è vicina", written 1901, appears in Neue deutsche Lyriker III , in An die Schönheit, first published 1919
This text was added to the website: 2014-06-12
Line count: 32
Word count: 270