Stephan Reichmann

IN SUMMER FIELDS

Quite still I lie where green the grass and tall
And gaze above me into depths unbounded,
By voices of the woodland a constant call,
And by the wondrous blue of Heav'n surrounded.

The lovely snow white clouds druft far and wide,
Like silent dreams through deeps of azure wending,
I feel as though I long ago had died,
To drift with them through realms of bliss unending.

Song Op. 86, No. 2 by Johannes Brahms
ca. 1882
Songtext by Hermann Allmers, 1852
Translation by Henry Crafton Chapman (not verified)