Nun bist du ruhig, liebes Herz, Die Schmerzen gleiten nur so von weiten noch heimatwärts. Das waren trübe Zeiten. Schon wacht der Mond am Himmel lang. Mir quillt versonnen aus Seelenbronnen ein kühler Sang von neuen Liebeswonnen. Was sing' ich denn die trübe Nacht? [Laßt]1 uns doch warten! Bald kommt in Fahrten von hoher Pracht der Tag in unsern Garten. Die [böse]2 Sehnsucht ist mir tot. Der Tag will schlingen um mich ein Klingen. Glück wuchs aus Not. Wie will ich fröhlich singen!
Confirmed with Nachgelassene Schriften von Walter Calé. Mit einem Vorwort von Fritz Mauthner, herausgegeben und eingeleitet von Arthur Brückmann, Dritte Auflage, Berlin: S. Fischer Verlag, 1910, page 53, from the section called "Gedichte (1899-1904)."
1 Weigl: "Laß"2 Weigl: "öde"
Authorship:
- by Walter Calé (1881 - 1904), "Encore", appears in Nachgelassene Schriften, in Gedichte (1899-1904) [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 Johanna Müller-Hermann (1878 - 1941), "Encore", op. 18 (Acht Lieder nach Walter Calé) no. 8 (1914), published 1915, first performed 1914/16 [ voice and orchestra or piano ], Wien: Universal Edition [sung text not yet checked]
- by Karl Weigl (1881 - 1949), "Encore", 1921-32 [ alto and piano ], from 6 Gesänge für eine Frauenstimme und Klavier, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Luise Haessler) , "Encore"
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2009-06-11
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Word count: 83
Now you are calm, beloved heart, Our sorrows gliding From distant hiding Toward homeland's mart. Those were the days of chiding. Moon now the heav'ns guarded long; In dreamland rowing, From soul's spring flowing, A cool, cool song Wells up of new sweet glowing. Why do I sing of gloomy night? Let us be waiting. Speed ne'er abating, A brilliant sight, The day will enter our grating. From evil longing I am freed. The day is winging 'Round me a ringing. Joy sprang from need. Now there'll be joyful singing!
Authorship:
- by Luise Haessler (1866 - ?), "Encore" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Walter Calé (1881 - 1904), "Encore", appears in Nachgelassene Schriften, in Gedichte (1899-1904)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- [ None yet in the database ]
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2009-06-11
Line count: 20
Word count: 90