Am stillen Hain,
Im Abendschein,
Wenn der Himmel sich röthet,
Die Nachtigall flötet,
Gedenk' ich dein.
Bey Mondenschein,
Am nahen Hain,
Den die Käfer umschwirren,
Die Täubchen durchgirren,
Gedenk' ich dein.
Ich geh' im Hain
Wohl ganz allein,
Und seh keine Bäume,
Und hänge und träume
Von dir allein. --
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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 Julius Becker (1811 - 1859), "Aus der Ferne", op. 21 (6 dreistimmige Lieder für Alt (Mezzo-Sopran), Tenor und Bass mit beliebiger Begleitung des Pianoforte) no. 4, published 1840 [ three-part chorus with piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Fanny Hensel (1805 - 1847), "Am stillen Hain", H-U 138 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ferdinand von Hiller (1811 - 1885), "Aus der Ferne", published 1826 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Friedrich Wilhelm Kücken (1810 - 1882), "Ich denke Dein", op. 15 (Drei Duetten für 2 Sopranstimmen mit Pianoforte) no. 1 [ vocal duet for 2 sopranos with piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Franz Otto (1809 - 1842), "Aus der Ferne", published 1877 [ vocal quartet of male voices ], from Achtzehn [Neunzehn?] Lieder und Gesänge für vier Männerstimmen, no. 3, Regensburg, Coppenrath [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "From the far distance", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-11
Line count: 15
Word count: 59
By the quiet grove,
In the evening light,
When the heavens redden
And the nightingale flutes,
I think of you.
In moonlight,
Beside the nearby grove
About which beetles whirr,
Through which little doves coo,
I think of you
I walk in the grove
All alone,
And see no trees,
And linger and dream
Of you alone. --
