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Des Morgens still ich träume und schau' den Wolken nach, wenn leise durch die Bäume zittert der junge Tag. Die Nebel wogen und wallen, das Frührot drüber hin. O niemand weiß von allen, daß ich so traurig bin. Die See wogt kühl und leise vorbei ohne Rast und Ruh', mir schauert eigner Weise. Ich drücke mir die Augen zu. Mag nicht die Nebel sehn -- Lauert der Tod darin? Ach! Niemand kann verstehen, was ich so zage bin. Mit meinen tränenfeuchten Augen such' ich dich. Im Frührot seh' ich's leuchten, ja du grüßest mich. Du kommst durch Nebelhüllen, reitest auf dem Wind. du kommst, das Herz zu stillen, stillen dem armen Fischerkind.
- by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844 - 1900) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844 - 1900), "Junge Fischerin", NWV 29 (1865). [text verified 1 time]
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "The young fisher-maiden", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: John Versmoren
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In the morning I dream quietly And gaze after the clouds, When softly through the trees The young day trembles. The mists curl and flow, The red of the dawn above them, Oh no one at all knows That I am so sorrowful. The sea surges coolly and quietly Past me without rest or repose, I feel an uncanny shudder. I press my eyes shut. I do not like seeing the mists -- Does death lurk within them? Ah! No one can understand, Why I am so fearful. With my eyes, wet with tears, I search for you. I see a gleaming in the dawn, Yes, you are greeting me. You come through the veils of mist, Riding on the wind. You come to calm the heart, Calm [the heart] of the poor fisher-child.
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This text was added to the website: 2010-03-17
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