Wesendonck-Lieder Wesendonck Songs


Sun, you weep every evening
Till your eyes are red and sore
As, submerging in the mirrored sea,
You pass, too early, through death’s door.

But, you rise again in former splendour,
Glorious in a world that’s dark,
Newly wakened in the morning;
A hero who has made his mark.

Ah, how could I then complain,
Feel such heaviness in my heart,
When the sun itself knows anguish,
When the sun itself must perish.

And if death alone gives birth to life,
And only torment can bring joy,
How grateful am I for such torment
As Nature does in me deploy.