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Encore

Language: German (Deutsch)

Nun bist du ruhig, liebes Herz,
   Die Schmerzen gleiten
   nur so von weiten
   noch heimatwärts.
Das waren trübe Zeiten.
 
Schon wacht der Mond am Himmel lang.
   Mir quillt versonnen
   aus Seelenbronnen
   ein kühler Sang
von neuen Liebeswonnen.
 
Was sing' ich denn die trübe Nacht?
   [Laßt]1 uns doch warten!
   Bald kommt in Fahrten
   von hoher Pracht
der Tag in unsern Garten.
 
Die [böse]2 Sehnsucht ist mir tot.
   Der Tag will schlingen
   um mich ein Klingen.
   Glück wuchs aus Not.
Wie will ich fröhlich singen!


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Confirmed with Nachgelassene Schriften von Walter Calé. Mit einem Vorwort von Fritz Mauthner, herausgegeben und eingeleitet von Arthur Brückmann, Dritte Auflage, Berlin: S. Fischer Verlag, 1910, page 53, from the section called "Gedichte (1899-1904)."

1 Weigl: "Laß"
2 Weigl: "öde"

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  • ENG English (Luise Haessler) , title 1: "Encore"


Text added to the website: 2009-06-11.
Last modified: 2016-06-08 14:50:40
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Encore

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Now you are calm, beloved heart,
   Our sorrows gliding
   From distant hiding
   Toward homeland's mart.
Those were the days of chiding.
 
Moon now the heav'ns guarded long;
   In dreamland rowing,
   From soul's spring flowing,
   A cool, cool song
Wells up of new sweet glowing.
 
Why do I sing of gloomy night?
   Let us be waiting.
   Speed ne'er abating,
   A brilliant sight,
The day will enter our grating.
 
From evil longing I am freed.
   The day is winging
   'Round me a ringing.
   Joy sprang from need.
Now there'll be joyful singing!


From the Weigl score.

Submitted by Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

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Text added to the website: 2009-06-11.
Last modified: 2016-06-08 14:50:54
Line count: 20
Word count: 90