Walther von der Vogelweide
Walther von der Vogelweide Poems
|1.||Address To Leopold Vii.||4/16/2010|
|2.||Worthy Art Thou, Returning Home||4/16/2010|
|3.||A Mournful One Am I||4/16/2010|
|4.||I Thought I'D Served Her Long Enough||4/16/2010|
|6.||Up, Then, Dance We To The Song||4/16/2010|
|7.||Under The Lime Tree||4/16/2010|
|8.||Address To Emperor Frederic Ii.||4/16/2010|
|9.||Chill Penury And Winter's Power||4/16/2010|
|10.||Excerpt From Dialogue With 'The World'||4/16/2010|
|12.||Ah! Where Are Hours Departed Fled? (Excerpt)||4/16/2010|
|13.||I'Ve Got My Fief||4/16/2010|
|14.||When From The Sod The Flow'Rets Spring||4/16/2010|
|15.||Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone||4/16/2010|
|16.||Under Der Linden||1/1/2004|
Comments about Walther von der Vogelweide
Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone
Alas! Where have all the years gone?
Did I dream my life, or is it real?
What I always thought - was that something?
Then I've slept and don't know it…
Now I'm awake, and I no longer know
What used to be familiar as my own hands:
People and places, where I was raised from childhood,
They are strangers to me, as if it were all lies.
Those who were my playmates are old and indolent.
Meadows are farmed, forests are felled,
If it were not for the water, which flows as ever before,
ah, then I'd believe that my misfortune is truly great.
Many no longer even greet ...
Address To Leopold Vii.
To me is barr'd the door of joy and ease;
There stand I as an orphan, lone, forlorn,
And nothing boots me that I frequent knock.
Strange that on every hand the shower should fall,
And not one cheering drop should reach to me!
On all around the gen'rous Austrian's gifts,
Gladdening the land, like genial rain descend:
A fair and gay adorned mead is he
Whereon are gather'd oft the sweetest flowers: