The ash grove
Language: English
Available translation(s): GER
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
'Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.
Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree,
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain;
But what are the beauties of nature to me?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the ash grove.
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "Der Eschenhain", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Der Eschenhain
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English
Unten in jenem grünen Tale, wo Bächlein sich schlängeln,
Wenn der Morgen dämmert, schweife ich versonnen,
Oder am hellen Mittag alleine wandere ich
Inmitten der dunkeln Schatten des einsamen Eschenhains.
Dort war's, als die Amsel so freudig sang,
Daß ich zuerst meine Liebe traf, die Freude meines Herzens;
Um uns her läuteten die Glockenblumen vor Fröhlichkeit,
Ach! ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie bald wir uns würden trennen müssen.
Der helle Sonnenschein leuchtet immer noch über Tal und Berg,
Vom Baume trillert die Amsel immer noch ihr Lied,
Der Mondstrahl zittert immer noch auf Bächlein und Brunnen;
Aber was bedeuten mir die Schönheiten der Natur?
Mit Kummer, tiefem Kummer, ist mein Busen bedrückt,
In Trauer suche ich den ganzen Tag nach meiner Lieben.
Ihr Echos, o sagt mir, wo ist die süße Maid?
Sie schläft unter dem grünen Rasen dort unten beim Eschenhain.
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This text was added to the website: 2015-08-20
Line count: 16
Word count: 142