Er neigt sich tief zum Saitenspiele nieder,
Das wie ein Kind ihm sanft das Knie berührt.
Er fühlt, indes er breit den Bogen führt:
Du gibst mir meine ganze Seele wieder.
Was in mir lebt, mein tiefgeheimstes Leben,
Was in mir zittert, was mein Herz erfüllt,
Willst du mir Alles, liebevoll enthüllt,...
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When late I heard the trembling cello play,
In every face I read sad memories
That from dark, secret chambers where they lay
Rose, and looked forth from melancholy eyes.
So every mournful thought found there a tone
To match despondence: sorrow knew its mate;
Ill fortune sighed, and mute despair made moan;
And one deep chord gave answer, “... -
When late I heard the trembling cello play,
In every face I read sad memories
That from dark, secret chambers where they lay
Rose, and looked forth from melancholy eyes.
So every mournful thought found there a tone
To match despondence: sorrow knew its mate;
Ill fortune sighed, and mute despair made moan;
And one deep chord gave answer, “...