Johann W. L. Gleim: “The Wanderer”

Home } Johann Wilhelm Ludwig Gleim } Johann W. L. Gleim: “The Wanderer”

abschied_vom_talvonschwinda.jpg

Fairwell to the Valley – Moritz von Schwind

 

THE WANDERER

 

My native land, on thy sweet shore

Lighter heaves the breast;

Could I visit thee once more,

How I should be blest!

 

Heart so anxious and so pained,

Fitting is thy woe;

My native land, what have I gained

By wandering from thee so?

 

Fresher green bedecks thy fields,

Fairer blue thy skies;

Sweeter shade thy forest yields,

Thy dews have brighter dies.

 

Thy Sabbath bells a sweeter note,

Echo far and near;

The nightingale’s melodious throat,

Sweeter thrills the ear.

 

Softer flow thy lavish streams

Through the meadow’s bloom;

Ah!  How bright the wanderer’s dreams

‘Neath thy linden’s gloom!

 

Fair thy sun that flings around

Genial light and heat.

To my father’s household gate

Let me bend my feet;

There, forgetting all the past,

I will rest in peace at last!

 

 

 

 

 


, December 30, 2008. Johann Wilhelm Ludwig Gleim

About M

View all posts by M
→
←