Nach Abend wendet
Herbstsonne den Lauf,
Metallen blendet
Der See herauf.
Gipfel im weißen,
Eisigen Glast;
Bergwinde reißen
Das Laub vom Ast.
Die Augen versagen
Vor Wind und Licht,
Aus fernen Tagen
Erinnerung spricht.
Die Wanderfreuden
Der Jugendzeit
Herüberläuten
Von weit, von weit . . .
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 570-571.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Sortida a la tardor", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Excursion in autumn", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Excursion en automne", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2014-01-27
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Word count: 46
The autumn sun turns its course
Toward evening,
Like a blinding sheet of metal
The lake shines upward.
Mountaintops in a white,
Icy glare;
The mountain winds rip
The foliage from the branch.
My eyes fail
Before wind and light,
From faraway days
Memory speaks.
The joys of wandering
From the time of youth
Toll from yonder,
From far away, from far away . . .