by Salomon Hermann, Ritter von Mosenthal (1821 - 1877)
Translation Singable translation possibly by Constance Bache (1846 - 1903) and possibly by William Stigand, né Stigant (1825 - 1915)

Nachhall
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ich sah dich einmal, und ich seh' dich immer,
denn tief im Herzen verbarg ich mir dein Bild,
du sprachst mir, einmal, und es flieht mich nimmer,
der süße Ton der meine Seele füllt.

Dahin ist all mein Dichten, all mein Denken,
in meiner Seele lebst allein nur du,
und will in Schlummer ich mein Herz versenken,
so lächelst du mir auch im Traume zu!

Es ist dein Auge, wenn von Himmelshelle
ein funkelnd Sternlein einsam mit mir spricht,
es ist dein Ton, wenn leis' die Silberwelle,
melodisch plaudert mit dem Mondenlicht.

Ich muß mich selbst, ich muß die Welt vergessen,
und alles, was mich einst entflammend trieb,
du nahmst mir alles, was ich sonst besessen,
und nur dein Bild und meine Liebe blieb!

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  • ENG English [singable] (Constance Bache) (William Stigand, né Stigant) , "Reveries"


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Reveries
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
As once I saw thee, thus I see thee ever,
So deep thy image lies in my heart enshrin'd;
What once thou spakest, that will leave me never,
Thy tones my soul so sweet and soft entwin'd.

Away is fancy fled with thought of morrow,
Thou art of my lorn soul the only light;
And if in sleep I seek to stay my sorrow,
Thy smile alone can make my visions bright,
[And if in slumber I forget my sorrow,
Thy smile alone can make my visions bright.]1

Thine eye it seemeth when on crest of mountain,
Some fair star doth my lonely vision greet;
Thy voice it seemeth when the sparkling fountain,
The silver moonbeam holds in converse sweet.

Myself, the world is lost in my bereaving,
No other fervour can my bosom own,
All hast thou taken, taken from me, leaving
Thine image with me and my love alone!

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Note: from a Rubinstein score. It is unclear which of the two translators listed on the front page wrote this particular translation.
1 Rubinstein: in the German version, the two previous lines are merely repeated.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-05-25
Line count: 18
Word count: 152