Liegt nun so still die weite Welt,
Die Nacht geht schwebend durch das Feld,
Der Mond lugt durch die Bäume.
Da steigts herauf aus tiefem Grund,
Da flüsterts rings mit süßem Mund,
Die Träume sind's, die Träume.

Sie tragen Mohn im goldnen Haar
Und singend dreht sich Paar um Paar
In [wundersamen]1 Reigen --
Nur einer steht so ernst [bei Seit']2,
In seinen Augen wohnt das Leid,
Auf seiner Stirn das Schweigen.

O Traum, der meine Nächte füllt,
Der meinen Tag in Thränen hüllt,
Willkommen doch, willkommen!
Du bist's allein, der Treue hält,
Da alles Andre mir die Welt
[Genommen hat, genommen]3.

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Confirmed with Anna Ritter, Gedichte, Neunte Auflage, Stuttgart und Berlin: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachfolger, 1900, pages 100-101.

¹ some editions have "wundersamem"
² some editions have " beiseit' "
³ Reger: "Genommen hat: Willkommen,/ willkommen, mein schöner Traum!"

Text Authorship:

• by Anna (Nuhn) Ritter (1865 - 1921), "Mein Traum", appears in Gedichte, in 2. Vermischte Gedichte, no. 19 [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 Alexander von Fielitz (1860 - 1930), "Mein Traum", op. 72 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung) no. 5, published 1899 [ medium voice and piano ], Berlin, Ries & Erler [sung text not yet checked]
• by Max Reger (1873 - 1916), "Mein Traum", op. 31 (Sechs Gedichte von Anna Ritter) no. 5 (1898) [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text checked 2 times]

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

• CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El meu somni", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "My dream", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Mon rêve", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Peter Donderwinkel , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 106

The wide world is now lying so still,
The night wafts through the field,
The moon peers through the trees.
Then something rises from the deep vale,
Then all around something whispers with sweet lips,
It is the dreams, the dreams.

They're wearing poppies in their golden hair
And, singing, they twirl pair by pair
In a wondrous roundelay –
Only one stands so solemnly aside,
Sorrow dwells in his eyes,
Upon his brow dwells silence.

Oh dream that fills my nights,
The shrouds my days in tears,
Welcome, nevertheless, welcome!
You are the only one who keeps faith,
Since the world has [taken, taken]1
Everything else from [me.]2