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Verödet steht das Schloß im Teich Mit seinen Leun und Drachen; Nur eine Wasserrose bleich Sucht in das Graun zu lachen: Nicht sah sie mehr die alte Zeit, Die alte Pracht und Herrlichkeit. Und, horch! wie schlägt so frisch und laut Ein Vöglein von der Zinne! Wohl ihm auch ward noch Nichts vertraut Von längst entschwundner Minne; Nichts ahnt es von der alten Zeit, Der alten Pracht und Herrlichkeit. Nur eine hohe Fichte rauscht Im Garten voller Trauer; Sieh, wie sie bebt und wie sie lauscht, Durchweht von Todesschauer: Sie einzig sah die alte Zeit, Die alte Pracht und Herrlichkeit.
Confirmed with Liederbuch von Friedrich Oser, 1842-1874. Mit einem biographischen Verzeichnis der Componisten, Basel: Benno Schwabe, Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1875, pages 371-372.
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With its lions and dragons, the castle Stands desolate in the pond; Only a pale water-lily Attempts to smile into the horror: It no longer saw the olden times, The old splendour and glory. And hark! how briskly and loudly A birdlet calls from the parapet! To it, too, nothing must have been confided Of long-vanished love; It knows nothing of the olden times, Of the old splendour and glory. Only a tall spruce tree soughs In the garden, full of mourning; Lo, how it trembles and how it listens, Suffused with shudders of death: It alone saw the olden times, The old splendour and glory.
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