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Tenor-solo: Die letzte Scholl' hinunterrollt, Die letzte Träne ward gezollt; Und still nach Haus gewandelt sind. Die zur Ruh' geleitet des Müllers Kind. Auch der Totengräber verlässt den Ort, Nur das Mädchen kniet noch am Grabe dort. Schon glänzet aus tiefblauem Himmel Der Sterne gold'nes Glanzgewimmel; Das Mondlicht lauscht durchs Laub der Linden, Als sucht' was Liebes es zu finden. Die Pilg'rin hebt sich jetzt empor, Und wandelt nach des Kirchhofs Tor. Totengräber: Wo willst du hin, feucht wird die Nacht. Rose: Mich leuchtet heim der Sterne Pracht. Totengräber: Denk', Kind, es sei des Vaters Bitte: Verweil' die Nacht in meiner Hütte, Das Wenige, was mir gehört, Sei dir, mein Kind, gewährt. Rose: Hab' Dank - mit neuer Lebenslust Erfüllt dein freundlich' Wort die Brust - Ich folg' dir, bis zum Morgenschein Will ich dein Gast, mein Vater, sein. Totengräber: Du siehst, schmucklos ist meine Wand. Rose: Das Kränzchen dort am weissen Band? Totengräber: Das gilt mir wohl als höchstes Gut; Mein liebes Weib, das draussen ruht, Trug diesen Kranz im blonden Haar, Als mein sie wurde am Altar. Doch lass die Toten ruh'n - Sie haben Frieden nun. Uns stelle Gott die Engelwacht Zu unsrem Schlaf in dieser Nacht. Rose: Behüt' sie Euch, wie alle Guten! Totengräber: Schlaf sanft!
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Authorship:
- by Moritz Horn (1814 - 1874) [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 Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856), "Die letzte Scholl' hinunterrollt", op. 112 no. 9, published 1852 [ solo voices, chorus, and piano ], from oratorio Der Rose Pilgerfahrt, no. 9, Leipzig, Kistner [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Bertram Kottmann
This text was added to the website: 2004-07-30
Line count: 44
Word count: 210
Tenor Solo: The last clod of earth has rolled down [into the grave], That last tear has been dedicated [to her]; And quietly homeward wandered those who Had accompanied the miller's child to her final resting-place. The gravedigger, too, leaves the graveside, Only the maiden still kneels at the grave. Already twinkles from the deep blue heavens The stars' golden, shining swarm. The moonlight listens through the foliage of the lime trees, As if it were trying to find something dear. The wandering girl rises to her feet, And walks towards the gate of cemetery. Gravedigger: Where are you going? The night grows damp. Rose: I am guided homeward by the glory of the stars. Gravedigger: Child, imagine it is the wish of your father: Spend the night in my cottage, The little that I have, I will bestow upon you, my child. Rose: I thank you - with new love of life Your friendly words fill my breast - I will follow you, until the morning light breaks I will, my father, be your guest. Gravedigger: You see that my walls are without ornament. Rose: The little wreath there hanging from a white ribbon? Gravedigger: I count that as my greatest treasure; My dear wife, who rests out there [in the graveyard], Wore this wreath in her blonde hair, When she became mine before the altar. But let the dead rest - They have peace now. May God send angels to guard us During our sleep this night. Rose: May it [the guard of angels] protect you, as it protects all the righteous. Gravedigger: Sleep well!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Moritz Horn (1814 - 1874)
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-10
Line count: 44
Word count: 267