Wie wogt deine Brust, o Harold!
Language: German (Deutsch)
Wie wogt deine Brust, o Harold!
Bleich sind deine Lippen,
Starr blickt dein Auge
Auf die zierlichen Worte,
Die schön Ella schrieb:
Vergiß mich, Harold,
War doch ein Traum
Unsere Liebe nur!
Was suchst du
Im glänzenden Marmorsal [sic]?
Siehe, nicht bin ich das Kind mehr,
Mit dem du spieltest,
Bin in der fernen Stadt
Fremd dir geworden--
Vergiß mich, Harold!--
Zitternd sinkst du zusammen
Durchwachst die Nacht,
Die endlos lange Nacht
Stönend [sic] auf deinem Lager;--
Trocken brennen die Augen,
Keine Träne
Lindert die Qualen
Deiner gefolterten Brust.--
Endlich dämmert das Frühlicht.
Immer noch stützet Harold
Das fiebernde Haupt
Auf die zitternde Hand -- --
Sein zerschmettertes Glück.
Starrt ihm entgegen.
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Confirmed with Gustav Kastropp, König Elf’s Lieder. Eine lyrische Rhapsodie, Zweite Auflage, Stuttgart: Verlag von Adolf Bonz & Comp., 1877, pages 67-68
Submitted by Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
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How your bosom surges, oh Harold
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
How your bosom surges, oh Harold!
Your lips are pale,
Your eyes gaze fixedly
Upon the delicate words
That lovely Ella wrote:
Forget me, Harold,
For our love was only
A dream!
What do you seek
In the shining marble hall?
Behold, I am no longer the child
With whom you played,
In the distant city
I have become a stranger to you--
Forget me, Harold!--
Tremblingly you sink down crushed,
Lie awake all night,
All through the endless, long night,
Moaning upon your bed;--
Your eyes burn drily,
No tear
Assuages the agony
Of your tortured bosom.--
Finally dawn breaks.
Still Harold supports
His feverish head
Upon his trembling hand -- --
His shattered happiness
Stares back at him.
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