by Alfred von Meißner (1822 - 1885)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE
 Sie ist gegangen, die Wonnen versanken,
 Nun glühen die Wangen, nun rinnen die Tränen,
 Es schwanken die kranken,
 Die heißen Gedanken,
 Es pocht das Herz in Wünschen und Sehnen.

 Und hab' ich den Tag mit Andacht begonnen,
 Tagüber gelebt in stillem Entzücken,
 So leb' ich jetzt träumend,
 Die Arbeit versäumend
 Von dem, was sie schenkte in Worten und Blicken.

 So hängen noch lang nach dem Scheiden des Tages
 [In säuselnder]1 Nachtluft, beim säuselnden Winde
 Die [Bienlein]2 wie trunken
 Und wonneversunken
 An zitternde Blüten der duftigen Linde.

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1 Meißner: "in schweigender Nachtluft"
2 sometimes "Bienen"


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Nachwirkung", op. 6 (Sechs Gesänge für Sopran oder Tenor mit Pianoforte) no. 3 (1852), published 1854 [soprano or tenor and piano], Leipzig, Senff [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "After-effect", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Répercussion", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "Nawerking", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:41
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Word count: 87

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
She has gone, the bliss has sunk,
Now my cheeks glow, now tears run,
I'm reeling with sickly
feverish thoughts,
My heart pounds with desire and longing.

And if I'd begun the day with prayers,
And lived each day in quiet delight,
Now I live in a dreamy world,
Neglecting my work
To think of what she bestowed on me in words and gazes.

Thus do bees hang, long after the day has departed,
In the rustling breezes of night and whispering winds,
As if intoxicated
And drowned in rapture,
On the trembling blossoms of the fragrant Linden tree.


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:41
Line count: 15
Word count: 99