“The spring of love”

Born this day May 16, in 1788, Friedrich Ruckert. His poems influenced classical musicians, whose works are legendary.

He inspired the likes of Brahms, Schubert, Robert Schumann, Clara Schumann, Mahler, Richard Strauss, Zemlinsky, Hindemith, Bartók, Berg, and Hugo Wolf.

Although he was not world famous, over 120 musical pieces credited his poetic works as the source of inspiration. Featured below is Ruckert’s The Spring of Love.*

Proof, I think, that what one creates does have an impact.

*Source/credit: allpoetry.com

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The Spring of Love

Dearest, thy discourses steal
From my bosom’s deep, my heart
How can I from thee conceal
My delight, my sorrow’s smart?

Dearest, when I hear thy lyre
From its chains my soul is free.
To the holy angel quire
From the earth, O let us flee!

Dearest, how thy music’s charms
Waft me dancing through the sky!
Let me round thee clasp my arms,
Lest in glory I should die!

Dearest, sunny wreaths I wear,
Twined around me by thy lay.
For thy garlands, rich and rare,
O how can I thank thee? Say!

Like the angels I would be
Without mortal frame,
Whose sweet converse is like thought,
Sounding with acclaim;

Or like flowers in the dale;
Like the stars that glow,
Whose love-song’s a beam, whose words
Like sweet odors flow;

Or like to the breeze of morn,
Waving round its rose,
In love’s dallying caress
Melting as it blows.

But the love-lorn nightingale
Melteth not away;
She doth but with longing tones
Chant her plaintive lay.

I am, too, a nightingale,
Songless though I sing;
‘Tis my pen that speaks, though ne’er
In the ear it ring.

Beaming images of thought
Doth the pen portray;
But without thy gentle smile
Lifeless e’er are they.

As thy look falls on the leaf,
It begins to sing,
And the prize that’s due to love
In her ear doth ring.

Like a Memmon’s statue now
Every letter seems,
Which in music wakes, when kissed
By the morning’s beams.