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     No.138

    The first song of Song Cycle by Blake and Das Rosenband (Klopstock) are very identitical to each other. Their spirits are aligned with Haydn's compositions.

    >Im Frühlingsschatten fand ich sie;

    >da band ich sie mit Rosenbändern:
    >sie fühlt′ es nicht und schlummerte.
    >
    >Ich sah sie an; mein Leben hing
    >mit diesem Blick an ihrem Leben;
    >ich fühlt′ es wohl und wußt′ es nicht.
    >
    >Doch lispelt′ ich ihr sprachlos zu
    >und rauschte mit den Rosenbändern:
    >da wachte sie vom Schlummer auf.
    >
    >Sie sah mich an; ihr Leben hing
    >mit diesem Blick an meinem Leben,
    >und um uns ward′s Elysium.

    >How sweet I roam'd from field to field,

    > And tasted all the summer's pride,
    >'Till I the prince of love beheld,
    > Who in the sunny beams did glide!
    >
    >He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
    > And blushing roses for my brow;
    >He led me through his gardens fair,
    > Where all his golden pleasures grow.
    >
    >With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
    > And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
    >He caught me in his silken net,
    > And shut me in his golden cage.
    >
    >He loves to sit and hear me sing,
    > Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
    >Then stretches out my golden wing,
    > And mocks my loss of liberty.

    I'm always struck by the perfect way of how these two poems end themselves.