Caspar David Friedrich Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer / The Wanderer above the See and Fog (1818) I call myself – Wanderer. Right – it’s a song by Franz Schubert: Der Wanderer / The Wanderer (Georg Philipp Schmidt von Lübeck in my poor nonpoetical translation) – I come from the mountains, It steams the valley, roars the sea. I wander silent, joyless, sad And always sigh and ask – o, where? The sun seems here so rough, so cold, The flowers faded, the life – too old, And what they say, is empty sound; I am a stranger everywhere. Where are you, my beloved land? Sought, yearned after, never seen! That land where hope is fresh and green, That land where all my ros
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