Johann Ludwig Uhland

(26 April 1787 – 13 November 1862 / Tübingen)

Der Schmied (The Smith) - Poem by Johann Ludwig Uhland

Ich hör' meinen Schatz,
Den Hammer er schwinget,
Das rauschet, das klinget,
Das dringt in die Weite
Wie Glockengeläute
Durch Gassen und Platz.
Am schwarzen Kamin,
Da sitzet mein Lieber,
Doch geh' ich vorüber,
Die Bälge dann sausen,
Die Flammen aufbrausen
Und lodern um ihn.



The Smith

I hear my sweetheart,
The hammer he swings,
That whistles, that clangs,
That penetrates into the distance
Like the peal of bells
Through streets and square.
At the black furnace
There sits my love,
But if I pass by,
The bellows then groan,
The flames roar up
And blaze all around him.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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