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O wie wogt es sich schön auf der Fluth, Wenn die müde Welle im Schlummer ruht! Leise verschwand der letzte Sonnenschein Und sich die Sterne dort oben reihn. Und sich der Nachthauch hebt so sanft und mild, Düfte entathmend aus fernem Gefild. O wie woget und singet es sich hold, Trocknend der nassen Locken Gold. O wie schwimmt sichs so schön auf der Fluth, Wenn nichts als wir an der Brust ihr ruht. Der Wächter lehnet im Dämmerungschein Über dem Thurm, den die Zeit stürzt ein, Bekreuzet sich, brummt ein frommes Gebet Und horcht auf das Lüftchen, das zauberisch weht. O wie schwimmt sichs und singt sich's so hold, Trocknend indess der Locken Gold.
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Oberon. King of the Fairies, A Romantic Fairy Opera, The Text adapted to the German Stage by Theodore Hell (In German and English), London: A. Schloss, >>1841, page 34.
Text Authorship:
- by Karl Gottfried Theodor Winkler (1775 - 1856), as Theodor Hell, no title [an adaptation] [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in English by James Robinson Planché (1796 - 1880), no title
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Oh, how lovely to undulate upon the waters, When the weary wave rests in slumber! Quietly the last sunshine has vanished And the stars on high appear in their formations. And the night breeze rises so gently and mildly, Breathing forth scents from distant fields. Oh how lovely to undulate and sing upon the waters, Drying the gold of our wet curls. Oh how lovely to swim upon the waters, When nothing but we rest upon the waters' breast. In the twilight glow the watchman leans out Over the tower, which time shall cause to collapse, He crosses himself, growls a pious prayer And hearkens to the breeze that blows magically. Oh how lovely to swim and sing, The meanwhile drying the gold of our curls.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Karl Gottfried Theodor Winkler (1775 - 1856), as Theodor Hell, no title [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in English by James Robinson Planché (1796 - 1880), no title
Go to the general view
This text was added to the website: 2024-10-08
Line count: 16
Word count: 131