{"id":38,"date":"2006-07-02T14:39:42","date_gmt":"2006-07-02T13:39:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/foefel.kcore.org\/blog\/?p=38"},"modified":"2006-07-04T13:04:27","modified_gmt":"2006-07-04T12:04:27","slug":"glowworms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foefel.kcore.org\/blog\/2006\/07\/02\/glowworms\/","title":{"rendered":"Glowworms"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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On warm summernights we find glowworms in our garden. The green light in the dark seems almost extra-terrestrial.
\n\tIt fills my hart with joy: not everything is polluted. <\/p>\n

It also reminds me off a song from an operette my father used to listen to: Lysistrata of Paul Lincke. Originally it’s in German.<\/p>\n\n\n
Wenn die Nacht sich niedersenkt
\nauf Flur und Halde,
\nManch ein Liebesp\u00c3\u00a4rchen lenkt
\nden Schritt zum Walde.
\nDoch man kann im Wald zu zwein
\nsich leicht verirren.
\nDeshalb, wie Laternen klein,
\nGl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen schwirren.
\nUnd es weiset Steg und Busch
\nuns leuchtend ihr Gefunkel,
\nDa tauchts auf, und dort, husch, husch,
\nsobald der Abend dunkel.<\/p>\n

Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen, Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen flimmre, flimmre,
\nGl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen, Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen, schimmre, schimmre,
\nF\u00c3\u00bchre uns auf rechten Wegen,
\nf\u00c3\u00bchre uns dem Gl\u00c3\u00bcck entgegen.
\nGib uns sch\u00c3\u00bctzend dein Geleit
\nzur Liebesseligkeit.<\/p>\n

Wi\u00c3\u0178t ihr auch, weshalb bei Nacht
\ndie Funken spr\u00c3\u00bchen?
\nKennt ihr die geheime Macht
\ndurch die sie gl\u00c3\u00bchen?
\nNun, so will den Zauber ich
\ndiskret euch nennen,
\nweil Verliebten inniglich
\ndie Herzen brennen.
\nHei\u00c3\u0178 der Blick und hei\u00c3\u0178 der Ku\u00c3\u0178
\nund hei\u00c3\u0178 die gl\u00c3\u00bchenden Wangen,
\nDieses Feuers \u00c3\u0153berflu\u00c3\u0178
\ngeschwind die Schelme fangen.<\/p>\n

Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen, Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen flimmre, flimmre,
\nGl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen, Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen, schimmre, schimmre,
\nF\u00c3\u00bchre uns auf rechten Wegen,
\nf\u00c3\u00bchre uns dem Gl\u00c3\u00bcck entgegen.
\nGib uns sch\u00c3\u00bctzend dein Geleit
\nzur Liebesseligkeit.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

When the night falls silently,
\nthe night falls silently on forests dreaming,
\nLovers wander forth to see,
\nThey wander forth to see the bright stars gleaming;
\nAnd lest they should lose their way,
\nlest they should lose their way,
\nthe glow-worms nightly Light their tiny lanterns gay,
\ntheir tiny lanterns gay and twinkle brightly.
\nHere and there, and ev’rywhere,
\nFrom mossy dell and hollow,
\nFloating, gliding through the air,
\nThey call on us to follow!<\/p>\n

Shine, little glow-worm, glimmer,
\nShine, little glow-worm, glimmer!
\nLead us, lest too far we wander,
\nLove’s sweet voice is calling yonder!
\nShine, little glow-worm, glimmer,
\nShine, little glow-worm, glimmer!
\nLight the path below, above,
\nAnd lead us on to Love!<\/p>\n

Little glow-worm, tell me pray,
\nO glow-worm, tell me pray, how did you kindle,
\nLamps that by the break of day,
\nThat by the break of day, must fade and dwindle?”
\n“Ah, this secret, by your leave,
\nthis secret, by your leave,
\nis worth the learning!
\nWhen true lovers come at eve,
\nTrue lovers came at eve,
\nTheir hearts are turning!
\nglowing cheeks and and lips betray,
\nHow sweet the kisses tasted!
\nTill we steal the fire away,
\nFor fear lest it be wasted!\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

\tHere you can hear the tune: Gl\u00c3\u00bchw\u00c3\u00bcrmchen-Idyll <\/a>
On the webpage: click on the speaker at the top.<\/p>\n

Am i becoming nostalgic?<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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