Meiner müden [Schwermut]1 blaues Glas 
Deckt den alten unbestimmten Kummer, 
Dessen ich genas, 
Und der nun erstarrt in seinem Schlummer. 
 
Sinnbildhaft ist seiner Blumen Zier: 
Mancher Freuden düstre Wasserrose, 
Palmen der Begier, 
Weiche Schlinggewächse, kühle Moose. 
 
Eine Lilie nur in all dem Flor, 
Bleich und starr in ihrer Kränklichkeit,
Richtet sich empor 
Über all [das blattgewordne]2 Leid. 
 
Licht sind ihre Blätter anzuschauen, 
Weißen Mondesglanz sie um sich sät, 
Zum Krystall dem blauen 
Sendet sie ihr mystisches Gebet.

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Confirmed with Die Lyrik des Auslandes in neuerer Zeit, ed. Hans Bethge, Leipzig: Max Hesses Verlag, 1907, page 31
¹ Schoenberg: "Sehnsucht"
² Schoenberg: "dem blattgeword'nen"

Authorship

• by Friedrich von Oppeln-Bronikowski (1873 - 1936), "Herzgewächse" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
• by K. L. Ammer , "Herzgewächse" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Based on

• a text in French (Français) by Maurice Maeterlinck (1862 - 1949), "Feuillage du cœur", appears in Serres chaudes, Paris, Éd. Léon Vanier, first published 1886
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

• by Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg (1874 - 1951), "Herzgewächse", op. 20. [high soprano, celesta, harmonium, and harp] [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

• ENG English (Linda Godry) , title 1: "Foliage of the heart", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this text: Bertram Kottmann , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2008-02-26
Line count: 16
Word count: 77

My faded yearning's blue glass
Hides the vague old sorrow,
From which I have recovered,
And which now dries up in its slumber.

Its adorning flower is just a symbol now:
Ample pleasure's somber water lily,
Listless palms of desire,
Soft creepers, cool mosses.

Just one lily in the bouquet,
Pale and rigid in her frailty;
Rises up
Above all the sorrow transformed into leaves.

Fair are her leaves to the eye,
She sows white moonlight-glitter all around her,
Up above to that blue crystal
She sends her mystical prayer.