Ich träumte, Du wärst bei mir;
   Ich hegte Dich still [am]1 Herzen;
Von all' meinen Wonnen Dir
   Erzählt' ich und meinen Schmerzen.

Du hieltest mich bei der Hand
   In seligem Liebeskosen,
Und draußen [blühte]2 das Land
   Im Schmucke der Maienrosen.

[Als ich, erwachend, mich fand]3,
   Noch trunken von Deinem Scherzen:
Wie öd' der Winter im Land',
   Wie öd' der Winter im Herzen!

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Confirmed with O. Malybrok-Stieler, Lyrische Gedichte und Übertragungen nach böhmischer Kunst- und Volks-Poesie, Prag: Druck und Verlag von J. Otto, 1887, page 16.

¹ Rheinberger: "im'"
² Rheinberger: "erblüht'"
³ Rheinberger: "Als ich mich erwachend fand"
Note: the poet was a good friend of Rheinberger's wife and must have given him a copy of the poem before it was published.

Text Authorship:

• by Ottilie Kleinschrod, née Stieler (1830 - 1913), "Träumen im Winter", appears in Lyrische Gedichte und Übertragungen nach böhmischer Kunst- und Volks-Poesie, in 1. Lyrische Gedichte, in 1. Liebe, first published 1887 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

• by Joseph (Gabriel) Rheinberger (1839 - 1901), "Träumen im Winter", op. 26 (Sieben Lieder) no. 4 (1863), published 1871 [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Dreaming in winter", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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I dreamt you were with me,
   I harboured you quietly in my heart;
I told you of all my joys
   And of all my pains.

You took me by the hand
   In blissful, loving caressing,
And outdoors the land [bloomed]1
   In the adornment of the May-roses.

When [I, awakening, found myself]2
   Still drunken from your jesting:
How desolate was the winter in the land,
   How desolate the winter in my heart!