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Waldesnacht, du wunderkühle, Die ich tausend Male grüß', Nach dem lauten Weltgewühle, O wie ist dein Rauschen süß! Träumerisch die müden Glieder Berg' ich weich ins Moos, Und mir ist, als würd' ich wieder All der irren Qualen los. Fernes Flötenlied, vertöne, Das ein weites Sehnen rührt, Die Gedanken in die schöne, Ach! mißgönnte Ferne führt. Laß die Waldesnacht mich wiegen, Stillen jede Pein! Und ein seliges Genügen Saug' ich mit den Düften ein. In den heimlich engen Kreisen, Wird dir wohl, du wildes Herz, Und ein Friede schwebt mit leisen Flügelschlägen niederwärts. Singet, holde Vögellieder, Mich in Schlummer sacht! Irre Qualen, löst euch wieder; Wildes Herz, nun gute Nacht!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with [Paul Heyse], Der Jungbrunnen: Neue Märchen von einem fahrenden Schüler, Berlin: Verlag von Alexander Duncker, Königl. Hofbuchhändler, 1850, page 35.
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Der Jungbrunnen: Neue Märchen von einem fahrenden Schüler, in Glückspilzchen, Chapter 3, first published 1850 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
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Forest night, you wondrously cool night That I greet a thousand times, After the noisy bustle of the world, Oh how sweet is your soughing! My weary limbs I dreamily Bury softly into the moss, And it seems to me that once again I am freed of all the mad agonies. Fall silent, distant flute song That stirs a vast yearning, That leads my thoughts into the beautiful, Ah! begrudged distance. Let the forest night rock me, Let it still every torment! And with the scents I shall Inhale a blessed satisfaction. In the homey narrow circles, Wild heart, you shall find well-being, And with quiet wing-beats A peace shall waft downwards. Lovely bird-songs, gently Sing me into slumber! Mad agonies, subside again; Wild heart, now good night!
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View text with all available footnotesTranslations of title(s):
"Im Walde" = "In the forest"
"Waldesnacht" = "Forest night"
"Waldesfrieden" = "Forest peace"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Der Jungbrunnen: Neue Märchen von einem fahrenden Schüler, in Glückspilzchen, Chapter 3, first published 1850
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This text was added to the website: 2019-07-08
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Word count: 129