by Otto Roquette (1824 - 1896)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Er kam in der Frühe
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Er kam in der Frühe
Wie der Morgenwind,
Nußbraun seine Locken,
Sein Fuß geschwind.
In's Auge die ganze
Seele gedrängt --
Ach, der eine Blick
Hat das Herz mir versengt!
Und ich stand, als ob ewig
Ich schauen gemüßt, --
Er hielt mich umschlungen,
Er hat mich geküßt!

Als brächt' er von draußen
Die ganze Welt,
Von zuckenden Strahlen
Blendend erhellt;
Als ging mir das Leben
Auf in der Brust,
So hing ich am Hals ihm
In bebender Lust.
Und was er geprochen,
Ich weiß es nicht mehr,
Es sang und es klang ja
Die Welt um mich her!

Wie ist mir geschehen?
Ja, dass ich es wüßt!
Mein Drohen, mein Zürnen
Ich hab's nun gebüßt.
Im Brünnlein das Wasser
Das [murmelt]1 und rinnt:
[Hast gar nichts zu schaffen,
Vergeßliches Kind?
All über mein Denken
Hat Eins nur Gewalt:]2
Ach Liebster, mein Liebster,
Komm wieder, komm bald!

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Confirmed with Otto Roquette, Liederbuch, Stuttgart und Tübingen: J.G. Cotta’scher Verlag, 1852, pages 176-177

1 Jensen: "rieselt"
2 Jensen: "Zum Bach, wo er wohnet, / Hin fliesst es geschwind. / Mein Sinnen, mein Denken / Fliegt hindurch den Wald,"

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He came in the early morning
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
He came in the early morning
Like the morning wind,
Nut-brown were his curls,
His feet were swift.
Into his eyes his whole
Soul was distilled --
Ah, the one glance
Singed my heart!
And I stood, as if I must
Forever look at him, --
He held me in his embrace,
He kissed me!

As if he had brought from outside
The whole world
Brilliantly illuminated 
With flashing beams of light;
As if life were burgeoning
Within my breast,
Thus I hung upon his neck
In trembling joy.
And what he spoke
I no longer know,
For the world was singing
And resounding all around me!

What has happened to me?
Yes, if I only knew!
I have now atoned for
My threats, my anger.
The water in the well,
It [murmurs]1 and runs:
[Do you have nothing to do,
You absent-minded child?
Only one thing has power
Over all my thinking:]2
Ah, beloved, my beloved,
Come back, come soon!

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Translations of title(s):
"Morgens am Brunnen" = "At the well in the morning"
"Am Brunnen" = "At the well"

1 Jensen: "trickles"
2 Jensen: "To the brook where he dwells, / It flows quickly. / My ponderings, my thoughts / Fly through the forest,"

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