Ich war erst [sechszehn]1 Sommer alt,
  Unschuldig und nichts weiter,
Und kannte nichts als unsern Wald,
  Als Blumen, Gras und Kräuter.

Da kam ein fremder Jüngling her;
  Ich hatt' ihn nicht verschrieben,
Und wußte nicht [wo hin noch her]2;
  Der kam und sprach von Lieben.

Er hatte schönes langes Haar
  Um seinen Nacken wehen;
[Und einen Nacken, als das]3 war,
  Hab ich noch nie gesehen.

Sein Auge, himmelblau und klar!
  Schien freundlich was zu flehen;
So blau und freundlich, als das war,
  Hab ich noch kein's gesehen.

Und sein Gesicht, [wie]4 Milch und Blut!
  Ich hab's nie so gesehen;
Auch, was er sagte, war sehr gut,
  Nur konnt' ichs nicht verstehen.

Er gieng mir allenthalben nach,
  Und drückte mir die Hände,
Und sagte immer O und Ach,
  Und küßte sie behende.

Ich sah' ihn einmahl freundlich an,
  Und fragte, was er meynte;
Da fiel der junge schöne Mann
  Mir um den Hals, und weinte.

Das hatte Niemand noch gethan;
  Doch [war's mir]5 nicht zuwieder,
Und meine beyden Augen sahn
  In [meinen]6 Busen nieder.

Ich sagt' ihm nicht ein [einzig]7 Wort,
  Als ob ichs übel nähme,
Kein einzigs, und - er flohe fort;
  Wenn er doch wieder käme!

J. Kraus sets stanzas 1-2, 4-5, 7-9

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Confirmed with ASMUS omnia sua SECUM portans, oder Sämmtliche Werke des Wandsbecker Bothen, I. und II. Theil. Beym Verfasser, und in Commißion bey Fr. Perthes in Hamburg. [1774], pages 54-56; with ASMUS omnia sua SECUM portans, oder Sämmtliche Werke des Wandsbecker Bothen, Erster und zweiter Theil. Wandsbeck, 1774. Beym Verfasser, pages 34-35.

First published 1771 in a slightly different form in Göttinger Musenalmanach, see below.

See also Bürger's poem Robert, which refers to this poem.

¹ Claudius (Wandsbeck 1774 edition), Kalliwoda, and Schubert: "sechzehn"
² Schubert: "wohin, woher"
³ Kalliwoda: "So ein Nacken, als der"; Zumsteeg: "So einen Nacken, als der"
⁴ Schubert: "war"
⁵ Kalliwoda: "war mir's"
⁶ Claudius (Carlsruhe, 1784 edition): "meinem"
⁷ Schubert: "einzigs"

Text Authorship:

• by Matthias Claudius (1740 - 1815), "Phidile", first published 1771 [author's text checked 2 times 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 Johann Wenzeslaus Kalliwoda (1801 - 1866), "Phidile" [ voice and piano ], from 11 Lieder, no. 2, note: Kalliwoda forms three stanzas from the nine by joining stanzas 1-3, 4-6, and 7-9 [sung text checked 1 time]
• by Joseph Martin Kraus (1756 - 1792), "Phidile", VB 84 (1783), stanzas 1-2,4-5,7-9 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
• by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Phidile", op. 52 no. 2 (1937) [ voice and piano ], from Wandsbecker Liederbuch: Liederfolge nach Gedichten von Matthias Claudius, no. 2, Wien: Universal Edition [sung text not yet checked]
• by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Phidile", D 500 (1816), published 1895 [sung text checked 1 time]
• by Josef Antonín Štěpán (1726 - 1797), "Phidile", published 1778-9 [sung text not yet checked]
• by Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg (1760 - 1802), "Phidile", published 1805, from Kleine Balladen und Lieder, Heft VII, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]

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• Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Anton Antonovich Delvig (1798 - 1831) , "Первая встреча", written 1814 [an adaptation] ; composed by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Dargomyzhsky.
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Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Phidile", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Phidile", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Phidile", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Phidile", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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I was just sixteen summers old,
Nothing but innocent,
And I knew nothing but our wood,
Nothing but our flowers, trees and herbs.

Then along came a young man, a stranger;
I had not summoned him,
And I did not know where he might be from;
Along he came and spoke of love.

He had beautiful long hair
Flowing around his neck;
And a neck like that 
Is something I have never seen before.

His eyes, sky blue and clear!
They appeared to be asking for something in a friendly way,
Such blue and friendly eyes as that,
I have never seen any like that.

And his face, like milk and blood!
I have never seen anything like it;
Also, what he said was very good,
Except I couldn't understand it.

He followed me everywhere,
And he pressed my hands,
And kept saying 'oh' and 'ah',
And quickly kissed them.

I gave him a single friendly glance
And asked what his intentions were;
Then the beautiful young man fell
Around my neck and started crying.

Nobody had ever done that before;
But I didn't object to it,
And both my eyes looked
Down into my bosom.

I didn't say a single word to him
That might have given him the idea I had taken it badly,
Not a single word, and he fled away;
If only he would come back!