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Düster liegt die Nacht umher; Jedes Aug ist schlummerschwer, Jede Flur ist menschenleer; Aber ich wache doch! Aber nur ich, trautes Julchen, ich fühle noch Schlummer und Traumgesicht Ruh' und Erquickung nicht. Mädchen mit dem Rosenmund, O, wie ist mein Herz so wund! Knüpf der Liebe süßen Bund, Flieh mich, Mädchen, länger nicht mehr! Damit nicht der Sorgen ertödtendes Heer, Eh' als mein Lenz verblüht, In die Grube mich zieht. Bey der Liebe, liebster Sohn, Bey Cytherens Götterthron, Fleh ich dich: halt, o halte den Lohn Meiner Treu nicht länger mir auf! Dieser Zähren gewaltiger Lauf Und dieß bleiche Gesicht -- Ach! erweicht es dich nicht? Düster liegt die Flur umher, Donnerwolken ziehen schwer Am trüben Himmel daher; O wie gleicht mein Herz dieser Nacht! Doch so bald nur, Schönste, dein Auge mir lacht, Dann drohe, was da will; Himmel und Herz wird still.
Composition:
- Set to music by Christian Gottlob Neefe (1748 - 1798), "Vierte Serenate", published 1777 [ voice and piano ], from Serenaten beym Klavier zu singen, no. 4, Leipzig: Zu finden in der Dykischen Buchhandlung
Text Authorship:
- by August Gottlieb Meißner (1753 - 1807), "Serenade"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-06-25
Line count: 28
Word count: 155
Sombrely the night has fallen all about; Every eye is heavy with slumber, Every meadow is devoid of people; But I kept watch nevertheless! But only I, dear Julia, I still do not feel Slumber and dream-images, Rest and refreshment. Maiden with the rosy lips, Oh, how my heart is so sore! Tie the sweet bond of love, Maiden, do not flee me any longer! So that the killing horde of anxieties May not pull me into the grave Before my springtime has faded. By the dearest son of love, By the divine throne of Venus, I beg you: delay, oh delay the reward Of my faithfulness no longer! Does the mighty flood of these tears And this pale face -- Ah, does it not soften your heart? Sombrely the night has fallen all about; Thunderous clouds pass heavily Along the dreary sky; Oh how similar my heart is to this night! But as soon, lovely one, as your eyes smile upon me, Then threaten what may; Heart and heavens shall become quiet.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by August Gottlieb Meißner (1753 - 1807), "Serenade"
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This text was added to the website: 2019-01-04
Line count: 28
Word count: 177