| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | Vineta | | By Wilhelm Müller (1794–1827) |
| | | FROM the deep, deep bottom of the sea | |
| Sounds the muffled toll of evening bells, | |
| And this far-off ringing wondrously | |
| Of the fair, old wonder-city tells. | |
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| Sunk beneath the flood long, long ago, | 5 |
| On the sand the city’s ruins stay; | |
| Golden gleams from battlements below | |
| Brightly mirrored on the water play. | |
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| And the skipper who in sunset light | |
| Once has seen the necromantic glow, | 10 |
| To the selfsame place on every night, | |
| Though the cliffs are threatening, must row. | |
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| From the deep, deep bottom of the heart, | |
| Toll of muffled bells I seem to hear; | |
| Ah, such wondrous tidings they impart | 15 |
| Of the love that once was held most dear. | |
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| Sunk into the depth long, long ago, | |
| Of a lovely world the ruins stay— | |
| Heavenly golden gleams from far below, | |
| In the mirror of my dreams they play. | 20 |
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| Then into the deep I want to fall, | |
| Steep myself in all the magic light, | |
| And I seem to hear the angels call | |
| From the ancient wonder-city’s site. | | | | |
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