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Johann Ludwig Tieck (/tiːk/; German: [tiːk]; 31 May 1773 – 28 April 1853) was a German poet, fiction writer, translator, and critic. He was one of the founding fathers of the Romantic movement in the late 18th and early 19th centuries.
Waldeinsamkeit, Die mich erfreut, So morgen wie heut In ewger Zeit, O wie mich freut Waldeinsamkeit. Waldeinsamkeit Wie liegst du weit! O Dir gereut Einst mit der Zeit. Ach einzige Freud Waldeinsamkeit! Waldeinsamkeit Mich wieder freut, Mir geschieht kein Leid, Hier wohnt kein Neid Von neuem mich freut Waldeinsamkeit.
With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as poor as mortal can possibly be on this side of the grave.
Consider too, how deep the abyss between life and death; across this, my power can build a bridge, but it can never fill up the frightful chasm.
Waldeinsamkeit, Die mich erfreut, So morgen wie heut In ewger Zeit, O wie mich freut Waldeinsamkeit. Waldeinsamkeit Wie liegst du weit! O Dir gereut Einst mit der Zeit. Ach einzige Freud Waldeinsamkeit! Waldeinsamkeit Mich wieder freut, Mir geschieht kein Leid, Hier wohnt kein Neid Von neuem mich freut Waldeinsamkeit.
