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Sausewind, Brausewind, Dort und hier! Deine Heimat sage mir! "Kindlein, wir fahren Seit viel vielen Jahren Durch die weit weite Welt, Und möchten's erfragen, Die Antwort erjagen, Bei den Bergen, den Meeren, Bei des Himmels klingenden Heeren: Die wissen es nie. Bist du klüger als sie, Magst du es sagen. -- Fort, wohlauf! Halt uns nicht auf! Kommen andre nach, unsre Brüder, Da frag wieder!" Halt an! Gemach, Eine kleine Frist! Sagt, wo der Liebe Heimat ist, Ihr Anfang, ihr Ende? "Wer's nennen könnte! Schelmisches Kind, Lieb' ist wie Wind, Rasch und lebendig, Ruhet nie, Ewig ist sie, Aber nicht immer beständig. -- Fort! Wohlauf! auf! Halt uns nicht auf! Fort über Stoppel und Wälder und Wiesen! Wenn ich dein Schätzchen seh', Will ich es grüßen. Kindlein, ade!"
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte Dramatisches Erzählendes, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta’sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, pages 60-61
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Lied vom Winde" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Rushing wind, roaring wind There and here! Tell me where is your homeland! "Little child, we’ve been travelling For many, many years already Through the wide, wide world, And want to ask about our homeland, Want to hunt down the answer From the mountains, the oceans, From the ringing hosts of heaven: They never know. If you are more clever than they, Then you may tell us. -- Away, we’re off! Do not detain us! When others come after us, our brethren, Then ask again!" Stop! Take your leisure For a moment! Tell me, where is the homeland of love, Its beginning, its end? "Who could tell that! Mischievous child!" Love is like the wind, Quick and lively, Never resting, It is eternal, But not always constant. -- Away, we’re off! Do not detain us! Away over stubble and forests and meadows! When I see your darling, I shall greet him. Child, adieu!"
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View text with all available footnotesTranslated titles:
"Lied vom Winde" = "Song of Wind"
"Sausewind, Brausewind" = "Rushing wind, roaring wind"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Lied vom Winde"
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