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Mit erstorbnem Scheinen

Language: German (Deutsch)

Mit erstorbnem Scheinen
Steht der Mond auf todtenstillen Hainen,
Seufzend [streicht]1 der Nachtgeist durch die Luft -
Nebelwolken [schauern]2,
Sterne trauern
Bleich herab, wie Lampen in der Gruft.
Gleich Gespenstern, stumm und hohl und hager,
Zieht in schwarzem Todtenpompe dort
Ein Gewimmel nach dem Leichenlager
Unterm Schauerflor der Grabnacht fort. 

Zitternd an der Krücke
Wer mit düsterm, rückgesunknem Blicke,
Ausgegossen in ein heulend Ach,
Schwer geneckt vom eisernen Geschicke,
Schwankt dem stummgetragnen Sarge nach?
Floß es »Vater« von des Jünglings Lippe?
Nasse Schauer schauern fürchterlich
Durch sein gramgeschmolzenes Gerippe,
Seine Silberhaare bäumen sich. -

Aufgerissen seine Feuerwunde!
Durch die Seele Höllenschmerz!
»Vater« floß es von des Jünglings Munde,
»Sohn« gelispelt hat das Vaterherz.
Eiskalt, eiskalt liegt er hier im Tuche,
Und dein Traum so golden einst, so süß!
Süß und golden, Vater, dir zum Fluche!
Eiskalt, eiskalt liegt er hier im Tuche,
Deine Wonne und dein Paradies!

Mild, wie, umweht von Elysiumslüften,
Wie, aus Auroras Umarmung geschlüpft,
Himmlisch umgürtet mit rosigten Düften,
Florens Sohn über das Blumenfeld hüpft,
Flog er einher auf den lachenden Wiesen,
Nachgespiegelt von silberner Fluth,
Wollustflammen entsprühten den Küssen,
Jagten die Mädchen in liebende Gluth.

Muthig sprang er im Gewühle der Menschen,
Wie [auf Gebirgen]3 ein jugendlich Reh;
Himmelum flog er in schweifenden Wünschen,
Hoch wie [die]4 Adler in wolkigter Höh;
Stolz wie die Rosse sich sträuben und schäumen,
Werfen im Sturme die [Mähnen]5 umher,
Königlich wider den Zügel sich bäumen
Trat er vor Sklaven und Fürsten daher.

Heiter, wie Frühlingstag, schwand ihm das Leben,
Floh ihm vorüber in Hesperus' Glanz,
Klagen ertränkt' er im Golde der Reben,
Schmerzen verhüpft' er im wirbelnden Tanz.
Welten schliefen im herrlichen Jungen,
Ha! wenn er einsten zum Manne gereift -
Freue dich, Vater - im herrlichen Jungen
Wenn einst die schlafenden Keime gereift!

Nein doch, Vater - Horch! die Kirchhofthüre brauset,
Und die ehrnen Angel klirren auf -
Wie's hinein ins Grabgewölbe grauset! -
Nein doch, laß den Thränen ihren Lauf!
Geh, du Holder, geh im [Pfad]6 der Sonne
Freudig weiter der Vollendung zu,
Lösche nun den edlen Durst nach Wonne,
Gramentbundner, in Walhallas Ruh!

[Wiedersehen]7 - himmlischer Gedanke! -
Wiedersehen dort an Edens Thor!
Horch! der Sarg versinkt mit [dumpfigem]8 Geschwanke,
Wimmernd schnurrt das Todtenseil empor!
Da wir trunken um einander rollten,
Lippen schwiegen, und das Auge sprach -
Haltet! haltet! - da wir boshaft grollten -
Aber Thränen stürzten wärmer nach - - 

Mit erstorbnem Scheinen
Steht der Mond auf todtenstillen Hainen,
Seufzend [streicht]1 der Nachtgeist durch die Luft.
Nebelwolken [schauern]2,
Sterne trauern
Bleich herab, wie Lampen in der Gruft.
Dumpfig schollert's überm Sarg zum Hügel -
O um Erdballs Schätze nur noch einen Blick! -
Starr und ewig schließt des Grabes Riegel,
Dumpfer - dumpfer schollert's überm Sarg zum Hügel,
Nimmer gibt das Grab zurück.


Translation(s): CAT ENG FRE ITA

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Confirmed with Schillers sämmtliche Werke, Neue Ausgabe, Erster Band, Verlag der J.G.Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, Stuttgart 1871, pages 2-4.

First published in Anthologie auf das Jahr 1782, anonymously edited by Schiller with the fake publishing information "Gedrukt in der Buchdrukerei zu Tobolsko", actually published by Johann Benedict Metzler in Stuttgart. The poem (pages 82-87) has the title "Eine Leichenfantasie. 1780. (in Musik zu haben beim Herausgeber.)" and "Y." as the author's name.

1 Schubert: "streift" in the first edition, but "streicht" in the autograph
2 Schubert: "trauern"
3 omitted by Schubert
4 Schubert: "der"
5 Schubert: "Mähne"
6 Schubert: "Pfade"
7 Schubert: "Wiedersehn"
8 Schubert: "dumpfem", but "dumpfigem" when repeated

Submitted by Richard Morris and Peter Rastl

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

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , title 1: "Fantasia macabra", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Fantasmagorie funèbre", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

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With fading light

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

With fading light
the moon stands over deathly silent groves;
the sighs of night spirits break through the air -
misty clouds weep,
the stars mourn
palely down, like lamps in a crypt.
Similarly ghosts, mute and hollow and gaunt,
creep in black funereal pomp there,
a crowd following the cortege
under the burial night's terrible crape.

Trembling on crutches,
who, with a gloomy, sunken glance,
pours out his suffering in howling sighs,
heavily taunted by iron fate,   
swayingly following the mutely carried coffin?
Did the word "Father" flow from the youth's lips?
Wet shuddering shakes dreadfully
through his pain-wracked frame
and his silver hair stands on end.

Ripped open is his burning wound!
Through his soul, hellish pain!
"Father" flowed from the youth's mouth.
"Son", whispered the father's heart.
Ice cold, ice cold he lies here in his shroud,
and your dream, so golden once, so sweet,
sweet and golden, Father, be cursed!
ice cold, ice cold he lies here in his shroud,
your bliss and your paradise!

Mild, as if breathed upon by the breezes of Elysium,
as if slipped out from Aurora's embrace,
doused with heavenly, rosy scents,
Flora's son bounces across the flowery field;
he flew over smiling meadows,
reflected in silvery streams,
flames of desire spraying from his kisses,
hunting for the maidens with loving ardor.

Bravely he sprang into the throng of mankind,
like a youthful roebuck;
Around the sky he flew in wandering wishes,
high as an eagle in the cloudy heights;
proud as horses that bristle and foam,
storming about and tossing their manes,
prancing with a regal air against the bridle,
thus he stepped before slave and prince.

As cheerful as the spring day, life disappears,
flying past in Hesperus' gleam;
he drinks away his laments in the gold of wine grapes,
stifles pain in twirling dance.
Worlds sleep within the magnificent youth,
Ha! if someday he ripens to a man -
you will rejoice, Father, in the magnificent youth,
when one day sleeping buds open!

But no, Father, listen! the church gate is rattling,
and the iron hinges creaking open -
how dreadful it is in the depths of the grave!
But no, let the tears run their course!
Go, fine man, go on the path of the sun
joyfully onward to perfection;
extinguish now your noble thirst for bliss,
released from pain, in the peace of Valhalla!

We shall see each other again - heavenly thought!
We shall see each other there, at Eden's gate!
Hark! the coffin is lowered with a dull noise;
whispering, the grave rope comes purring back aloft!
When we drank and rolled around one another,
our lips were silent but our eyes spoke
"Stop! Stop!" and we complained angrily - 
but the tears started warmly after.

With fading light
the moon stands over deathly silent groves;
the sighs of night spirits break through the air -
misty clouds weep,
the stars mourn
palely down, like lamps in a crypt.
Dull sounds echo over the coffin toward the hills,
O, for one more glimpse of the treasures of this earth!
The bolts to the crypt lock rigidly, forever.
Duller - duller it resounds over the coffin toward the hills;
never does the grave return what it takes.


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Translation of titles
"Leichenfantasie" = "Morbid fantasy"
"Eine Leichenfantasie" = "A morbid fantasy"


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Based on
  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805), "Eine Leichenphantasie", written 1780, Stuttgart, Johann Benedict Metzler, first published 1781 CAT FRE ITA
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Franz Peter Schubert, Václav Jan Křtitel Tomášek. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

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