The advent of spring | My heart is constructed, withering

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by Karl Ziegler (1812 - 1877)

Translation © by Emily Ezust

Frühlingsankunft

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Es ist mein Herz verengt, verdorrt,
Bedeckt mit Nacht, ein wüster Ort.
Kaum findet Platz ein finstrer Traum,
Es ächzt der Schmerz im engen Raum.
Da kommt der Lenz; die Luft lau,
Die Wälder grün, der Himmel blau,
Die ganze Erd' ein Blumenstrauss;
Es dehnt die Brust sich mächtig aus.
Die Welt so schön, das Herz so weit,
Ström in mein Herz, Weltherrlichkeit!

Text Authorship:

by Karl Ziegler (1812 - 1877) [author's text not yet checked 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 Carl Loewe (1796 - 1869), "Frühlingsankunft", op. 130 no. 5 (1859) [sung text checked 1 time]

Set in a modified version by Heinrich August Marschner.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The advent of spring", copyright ©

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 10
Word count: 63

The advent of spring

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

 My heart is constructed, withering,
 smothered by night in a desolate place.
 One can hardly find a darker dream,
 anguish groaning in its cramped room.
 Then there comes Spring: the warm air,
 the green woods, the blue sky,
 the entire land a bouquet of flowers;
 it makes the chest expand so powerfully.
 The world is so fair and the heart so broad:
 let the grandeur of the world pour into my heart!

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a text in German (Deutsch) by Karl Ziegler (1812 - 1877)
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 10
Word count: 72