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Ihr tratet zu dem herde Wo alle glut verstarb · Licht war nur an der erde Vom monde leichenfarb. Ihr tauchet in die aschen Die bleichen finger ein Mit suchen tasten haschen -- Wird es noch einmal schein! Seht was mit [trostgebärde]1 Der mond euch rät: Tretet weg vom herde · Es ist worden spät.
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Stefan George, Werke. Ausgabe in Zwei Bänden, Erster Band, 4. Auflage, Stuttgart: Klett-Cotta, 1984, page 165
1 Webern: "trostgeberde"Authorship:
- by Stefan George (1868 - 1933), no title, appears in Das Jahr der Seele, in Traurige Tänze, no. 28 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Hans Fleischer (1896 - 1981), "Ihr tratet zu dem herde", op. 100 (4 Gesänge für Bariton und Orchester) no. 4 (1934). [baritone and orchestra] [ sung text not verified ]
- by Arnold Mendelssohn (1855 - 1933), "Ihr tratet zu dem herde" [ sung text not verified ]
- by Anton von Webern (1883 - 1945), "Ihr tratet zu dem herde", op. 4 (Fünf Lieder nach Gedichten von Stefan George) no. 5 (1908-9). [ sung text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "You approached the hearth", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this text: Hubert Schmid , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 54
You approached the hearth Where all the glow was dying · The only light on the ground Came from the corpse-coloured moon. Into the ashes you plunged Your pale fingers With seeking scrabbling snatching -- Shall it come alight once more! See what, with a comforting mien, The moon advises you to do: Step away from the hearth · It has grown late.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Stefan George (1868 - 1933), no title, appears in Das Jahr der Seele, in Traurige Tänze, no. 28
This text was added to the website: 2017-08-29
Line count: 12
Word count: 62