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Language: German (Deutsch)

Still beginnt's im Hain zu thauen;
Ruhig webt der Dämm'rung Grauen
Durch die Gluth
Sanfter Fluth,
Durch das Grün umbüschter Auen,
So die trunk'nen Blicke schauen.

Sieh'! der Raben Nachtgefieder
Rauscht auf ferne Eichen nieder. -
Haucht die Luft;
Philomelens Zauberlieder
Hallet zart die Echo wieder.

Horch! des Abendglöckleins Töne
Mahnen ernst der Erde Söhne,
Daß ihr Herz
Sinnend ob der Heimath Schöne,
Sich des Erdentands entwöhne.

Durch der hohen Wolken Riegel
Funkeln tausend Himmelssiegel,
Luna's Bild
Streuet mild
In der Fluthen [klaren]1 Spiegel
Schimmernd Gold auf Flur und Hügel.

Von des Vollmonds Wiederscheine
Blitzet das bemooste kleine
Aber ach!
Ringsum decken [kühle Steine]2
Der Entschlummerten [Gebeine]3.

Ruht, o Traute! von den Wehen,
Bis beym großen [Auferstehen]4
Aus der Nacht
Gottes Macht
Einst uns ruft, in seiner Höhen
Ew'ge Wonnen einzugehen.

Translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE

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Confirmed with Die heilige Lyra. Von Johannes Petrus Silbert. Wien, 1819. Gedruckt bey Anton Strauß, pages 180-181.

1 Schubert: "klarem"
2 Schubert: "Leichensteine"
3 Schubert: "Gebein"
4 Schubert: "Auferstehn"

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator] and Peter Rastl [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)

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Imatges de capvespre", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Avondindrukken", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Evening images", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Images du soir", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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

Last modified: 2018-07-10 13:19:50

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Word count: 134

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Evening images

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Quietly the dew begins to form in the grove,
calmly the grey dusk weaves itself
between the glow of sunset
in the smooth waters,
and through the green meadows surrounded by bushes;
 so it distorts things as we watch.

Look! the ravens' night[-black] feathers
make the distant oaks rustle as they descend;
the scent of balsam
is wafted about by the air.
Philomel's magic songs
resound tenderly as Echo repeats them.

Hark! the tones of vesper bells
earnestly remind the sons of earth
that their hearts
turned heavenwards
should reflect on the beauty of that dwelling-place
and be weaned of the things of this world.

Through the barrier of the high clouds
sparkle a thousand heavenly stars;
the image of the moon
shines mildly
into the water's clear mirror,
spilling gold on meadow and hill.

By the light of the full moon's reflection
gleams the small, moss-covered
church roof.
But alas!
All around it, tombstones cover
the bones of the deceased.

Rest, o beloved ones, from your pains,
until the great resurrection,
when from the night,
God's power
will call us forth to go 
to the lofty heights of eternal bliss.

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