Your Song Resounded - Clemens Brentano

Your song resounded. I heard it
Drawn to the moon through roses:
The butterfly that flew so bright in spring
Have you converted to the pious bee.
To the rose is my compulsion
Since to me your song resounded!

Your song resounded, through the night has carried.
Oh! Bid farewell to peace with song!
To the listening moon that peers from heaven,
To the stars and the roses must I cry it,
To where it now has swept
To whom this song resounded!

Your song resounded, it did not sound in vain;
The whole of spring was breathing love,
Descending as you sang,
In the stream of life so full of yearning,
At sunset
When, to me, your song resounded!

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Clemens Brentano (1778 - 1842) Germany
Translated by David Paley
Source: Poems Without Frontiers