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Er kam in der Frühe Wie der Morgenwind, Nußbraun seine Locken, Sein Fuß geschwind. In's Auge die ganze Seele gedrängt -- Ach, der eine Blick Hat das Herz mir versengt! Und ich stand, als ob ewig Ich schauen gemüßt, -- Er hielt mich umschlungen, Er hat mich geküßt! Als brächt' er von draußen Die ganze Welt, Von zuckenden Strahlen Blendend erhellt; Als ging mir das Leben Auf in der Brust, So hing ich am Hals ihm In bebender Lust. Und was er geprochen, Ich weiß es nicht mehr, Es sang und es klang ja Die Welt um mich her! Wie ist mir geschehen? Ja, dass ich es wüßt! Mein Drohen, mein Zürnen Ich hab's nun gebüßt. Im Brünnlein das Wasser Das murmelt und rinnt: Hast gar nichts zu schaffen, Vergeßliches Kind? All über mein Denken Hat Eins nur Gewalt: Ach Liebster, mein Liebster, Komm wieder, komm bald!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Otto Roquette, Liederbuch, Stuttgart und Tübingen: J.G. Cotta’scher Verlag, 1852, pages 176-177
Text Authorship:
- by Otto Roquette (1824 - 1896), "Morgens am Brunnen" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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He came in the early morning Like the morning wind, Nut-brown were his curls, His feet were swift. Into his eyes his whole Soul was distilled -- Ah, the one glance Singed my heart! And I stood, as if I must Forever look at him, -- He held me in his embrace, He kissed me! As if he had brought from outside The whole world Brilliantly illuminated With flashing beams of light; As if life were burgeoning Within my breast, Thus I hung upon his neck In trembling joy. And what he spoke I no longer know, For the world was singing And resounding all around me! What has happened to me? Yes, if I only knew! I have now atoned for My threats, my anger. The water in the well, It murmurs and runs: Do you have nothing to do, You absent-minded child? Only one thing has power Over all my thinking: Ah, beloved, my beloved, Come back, come soon!
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"Morgens am Brunnen" = "At the well in the morning"
"Am Brunnen" = "At the well"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Otto Roquette (1824 - 1896), "Morgens am Brunnen"
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This text was added to the website: 2017-03-29
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Word count: 161