English translations of Zwei Lieder für 1 mittlere Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 23

by Emil Sulzbach (1885 - 1932)

1. Wenn ich an meine ferne Mutter denke
by Emil Sulzbach (1885 - 1932), "Wenn ich an meine ferne Mutter denke", op. 23 (Zwei Lieder für 1 mittlere Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1894 [ medium voice and piano ], Frankfurt a/M., Henkel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Wenn ich an meine ferne Mutter denke
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2. Ich kann's nicht fassen  [sung text not yet checked]
by Emil Sulzbach (1885 - 1932), "Ich kann's nicht fassen", op. 23 (Zwei Lieder für 1 mittlere Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1894 [ medium voice and piano ], Frankfurt a/M., Henkel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ich kann's nicht fassen, nicht glauben,
  Es hat ein Traum mich berückt;
Wie hätt' er doch unter allen
  Mich Arme erhöht und beglückt?

Mir war's, er habe gesprochen:
  Ich bin auf ewig dein --
Mir war's -- ich träume noch immer,
  Es kann ja nimmer so sein.

O laß im Traume mich sterben,
  Gewieget an seiner Brust,
Den [seligsten]1 Tod mich schlürfen
  In Thränen unendlicher Lust.

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Adelbert von Chamisso, Neunzehnte Auflage (19th edition), Berlin, Weidmannsche Buchhandlung, 1869, page 11.

Note: modernized spelling would change "Thränen" to "Tränen"
1 Austin, Wiseneder, and some editions of Schumann: "seligen"

by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838)
2. I can't grasp it, nor believe it
Language: English 
I can't grasp it, nor believe it, 
a dream has bewitched me, 
how should he, among all the others, 
lift up and make happy poor me? 

It seemed to me, as if he spoke, 
"I am thine eternally", 
It seemed - I dream on and on, 
It could never be so. 

O let me die in this dream, 
cradled on his breast, 
let the most blessed death drink me up 
in tears of infinite bliss.

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