by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation by Emily (Jane Davis) Pfeiffer (1827 - 1890)
Ich dacht an sie den ganzen Tag
Language: German (Deutsch)
Ich dacht an sie den ganzen Tag, Und dacht an sie die halbe Nacht. Und als ich fest im Schlafe lag, Hat mich ein Traum zu ihr gebracht. Sie blüht wie eine junge Ros, Und sitzt so ruhig, still beglückt. Ein Rahmen ruht auf ihrem Schoß, Worauf sie weiße Lämmchen stickt. Sie schaut so sanft, begreift es nicht, Warum ich traurig vor ihr steh. «Was ist so blaß dein Angesicht, Heinrich, sag mirs, wo tuts dir weh?» Sie schaut so sanft, und staunt, daß ich Still weinend ihr ins Auge seh. «Was weinest du so bitterlich, Heinrich, sag mirs, wer tut dir weh?» Sie schaut mich an mit milder Ruh, Ich aber fast vor Schmerz vergeh. «Wer weh mir tat, mein Lieb, bist du, Und in der Brust da sitzt das Weh.» Da steht sie auf, und legt die Hand Mir auf die Brust ganz feierlich; Und plötzlich all mein Weh verschwand, Und heitern Sinns erwachte ich.
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Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 40 [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 Don Forsythe (1932 - 2015), "Ich dacht an sie den ganzen Tag ", published c2004-5 [ low voice and piano ], from Eine Dichtererzählung - Winterzyklus, no. 10 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Emily (Jane Davis) Pfeiffer) , "Ich dacht an sie den ganzen Tag", appears in Poems Selected from Heinrich Heine, ed. by Kate Freiligrath Kroeker, London: Walter Scott, Limited, page 256, first published 1887
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This text was added to the website: 2008-11-12
Line count: 24
Word count: 157
Ich dacht an sie den ganzen Tag
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
I thought on her throughout the day, And thought on her through half the night, And when at last in sleep I lay A dream restored her to my sight. Fresh as the youngest rose she glowed, In silent bliss as there she sat, With on her knees a frame which showed White lambs that she was working at. She sat so calm, and could not guess Why I stood there so full of woe: "What means this pallor, this distress -- My Heinrich, say, what hurts thee so?" She looked in soft amaze that I Should look upon her weeping so: "Why weepest thou so bitterly, -- My Heinrich, say, who makes thy woe?" She gazed thus softly while I strove, Half dead with grief she could not know: "Who makes my pain is thou, my love, And in my breast there lies my woe." She rose, and laid her hand upon My breast as 'twere some holy rite; And suddenly my grief was gone, And I awoke for sheer delight.
Text Authorship:
- by Emily (Jane Davis) Pfeiffer (1827 - 1890), "Ich dacht an sie den ganzen Tag", appears in Poems Selected from Heinrich Heine, ed. by Kate Freiligrath Kroeker, London: Walter Scott, Limited, page 256, first published 1887 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 40
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
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This text was added to the website: 2013-01-18
Line count: 24
Word count: 170