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Language: German (Deutsch)

Ein braunes Kästchen nehm' ich oft zur Hand;
Ein Ring liegt d'rin, viel alter Blumentand,
Man kann die Rosen d'runter kaum erkennen.
In grauen Zweigen liegt verborgen tief
Ein kleiner, lieber, blaßgeküßter Brief,
Ein fahles Bildniß und -- viel tausend Thränen.
Was theures Todtes dieser Schrank umschließt,
Welch' schwerer Jammer hier begraben ist,
Kann mir kein Kirchhof auf der Welt erzählen.
Streift nur mein Blick den kleinen Todtenschrank,
Werd' ich zum Sterben selber müd' und krank . . .
So hab' ich alle Tage -- Allerseelen.

Translation(s): ENG

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Confirmed with Fliegende Blätter, 97. Band (1892), Nro. 2470, page 196

Submitted by Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Berta Bock (1857 - 1945), "Allerseelen", op. 7 (Vier Lieder für eine Singstimme mit Klavier) no. 4, published c1910 [voice and piano], Leipzig: Fritz Schuberth jr.; note: this might be the wrong text for this title [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "All Soul’s Day", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website: 2016-11-01.
Last modified: 2016-11-01 18:53:23
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Word count: 84

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All Soul’s Day

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

I often take a little brown box into my hands;
A ring lies in it, much old flower-trumpery,
One can scarcely recognize the roses among it.
In grey twigs, deeply hidden, lies
A small dear letter, faded by countless kisses,
A pale image and -- many thousands of tears.
What precious dead are held within this box,
What heavy misery is buried here --
No churchyard in the world can tell of such sorrow.
If my eyes fall even briefly upon the little casket,
I become weary and sick unto death . . .
For me is thus every day -- All Soul’s Day.

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Based on
  • a text in German (Deutsch) by F. Tragau , "Allerseelen"
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Berta Bock. Go to the text.


Text added to the website: 2016-11-01.
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