Atme, Seele, erhöhter, weil du den Sommer lobst. Dunkler, goldner und röter schwellen dir Reben und Obst. Goldene Schatten schweben. Sind sie nicht mehr verbannt? Träuft dir von selber das Leben in die lässige Hand? Oft hat sie fruchtlos gegriffen. Nun auf einmal geschah's. Sieh, es leuchten geschliffen Birnen wie Goldtopas. Und wie weit du auch gingest, wölbt sich das funkelnde Haus. Singe, Seele, du singest nie das Irdische aus.
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Authorship:
- by Werner Bergengruen (1892 - 1964) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ernst Pepping (1901 - 1981), "Sommer", 1946, published 1949 [ voice and piano ], from Haus- und Trostbuch, no. 11 [sung text checked 1 time]
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