In's Blaue ‑‑ da schau' ich oft lange...
Language: German (Deutsch)
In's Blaue -- da schau' ich oft lange hinein;
So oft mir die grünende Erde zu klein,
Da schau' ich hinauf in die blauen Höh'n,
Bis still mir die Augen in Thränen vergeh'n.
Wohl sinken die Blätter, es starrt die Au,
Doch leuchtet unendlich das himmlische Blau;
D'rum seh' ich viel lieber, als irdische Pracht,
In's Blaue, das ewig hoch über uns lacht.
Wankt je mir der Glaube hier unten im Thal,
Und sinkt meine Hoffnung all' überall,
Und scharren sie tief einen Freund mir in's Grün,
Da glaub' ich und hoff' ich in's Blaue hin.
Und wird es oft dunkel rund um mich her,
Das eigene Herz in der Brust mir so schwer,
Da blick' ich hinauf in den Vollmondschein,
Da dicht' ich und träum' ich in's Blaue hinein.
Und ist nun gar einmal ihr Auge umflort,
In irdischem Dunkel der himmlische Hort,
Da faßt mich vor Allem hienieden ein Graus,
Da wein' ich, und liebe in's Blaue hinaus.
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Note: When this poem was published in Tschabuschigg’s Gedichte in 1833, there were a few word changes and the third stanza above was omitted. Since Lang set all five stanzas, the earlier publication was used to confirm her text. There are two manuscript copies of Lang’s unpublished song.
Confirmed with Wiener Zeitschrift für Kunst, Literatur, Theater und Mode, 57 (Donnerstag, den 13. May 1830), page 465.
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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Into the blue -- I often gaze into it for a long time;
Whenever the green-burgeoning world feels too small to me,
Then I look up into the blue heights,
Until my eyes quietly dissolve in tears.
The leaves drift down, the meadow freezes,
But the heavenly blue shines unendingly;
Therefore, much rather than upon earthly splendour,
I love to gaze into the blueness that eternally smiles high above us.
If my faith ever falters down here in the valley,
And if my hope sinks everywhere,
And if they bury a friend of mine deep in the greenery,
Then I believe and I hope into the blue.
And when it often grows dark round about me,
When my own heart becomes so heavy in my bosom,
Then I gaze upward into the light of the full moon,
Then I work creatively and I dream into the blue.
And if for once her eyes are utterly veiled,
If the heavenly refuge is shrouded in earthly darkness,
Then am I seized with a horror of all things here below,
Then I weep, and love out into the blue.
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