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Language: German (Deutsch)

Aus dem meergrünen Teiche
Neben der roten Villa
Unter der toten Eiche
Scheint der Mond.

Wo ihr dunkles Abbild
Durch das Wasser greift,
Steht ein Mann und streift
Einen Ring von seiner Hand.

Drei Opale blinken;
Durch die bleichen Steine
Schwimmen rot und grüne
Funken und versinken.

Und er küßt sie, und
Seine Augen leuchten
Wie der meergrüne Grund:
Ein Fenster tut sich auf.

Aus der roten Villa
Neben der toten Eiche
Winkt ihm eine bleiche

Translation(s): FRE ENG NOR


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
    * FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Attente", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
    * ENG English (Bertram Kottmann) , title 1: "Anticipation", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
    * NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , title 1: "Forventning", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Language: English

The sea green pond,
beside the red villa
beneath the dead oak,
reflects the shining moon.

Where the oak's dark reflection
reaches through the water,
there is a man and slips
a ring off his hand.

Three opals glint;
red and green gleams
from the pale gems
and submerges.

And he kisses the gems, and
his eyes shine
like the sea green bottom:
a window opens.

A woman's pale hand
beckons him
from the red villa
beside the dead oak.

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    * Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2007 by Bertram Kottmann <BKottmann (AT)>, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. Please contact the copyright-holder(s) when requesting permission to reprint and be sure to give proper credit, which MUST include the copyright symbol ©

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Text added to the website: 2007-02-02.