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O schöne Zeit, als Schloß und Zinne Froh wiederschallt' vom Lied der Minne, Wo Tanz und Spiel im goldnen Saale, Wo Becherklang beim heitern Mahle, Und Lanz und Schwerdt nur Ritter trugen, Die sich für Ehr' und Liebe schlugen. O schöne Zeit, du mußtest schwinden, Wir sind noch hier es zu verkünden, Wie Lieb' und Treu' von hier gewichen, Wie Ros' im Garten ist verblichen, Da wo sich wild nun Epheu ranket, Hat Lieb mit Gegenlieb gedanket. O schöne Zeit, du bist entronnen Zerstörung hat hier frech begonnen[.] Hoch wo wir stehn in Zug und Winde Erzählen wir's dem Enkelkinde Wie mächtig hier dies Schloß gestrahlet, Und wie Vergangnes Zukunft mahlet!
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This text was added to the website: 2018-08-31
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Oh beautiful time, when castle and parapet Joyfully echoed with the song of courtly love, Where there was dancing and dalliance in the golden hall, Where there was the clang of goblets at the merry feast And lance and sword were carried only by knights Who battled over honour and love. Oh beautiful time, you had to vanish. We are still here to proclaim it, How love and faithfulness departed from here, How the rose in the garden has faded. There where ivy now twines wildly, Love [once] exchanged thanks with reciprocated love. Oh beautiful time, you have flown[.] Here, destruction has audaciously begun[.] High up where we stand in the draft and wind, We tell it to our grandchild, How mightily here this castle glowed And how the past paints the future!
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This text was added to the website: 2018-08-31
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