Von ewiger Liebe (Eternal Love) Set by Brahms
Musical Setting
So dark, so dark the willow forests loom;
The night’s already here and all is hushed.
Now, neither gentle mists nor soft lights rise,
The songster neither sings his ode nor flies.
A young man walks the village thoroughfare
And escorts his fiancé back to her home.
They walk right past the lilacs and the oaks,
Discussing and confessing many things.
“If you feel shame about our love amid
The eyes of other friends or your own kin,
“Then let our love be shorn to shreds,
As swiftly as we first had made our vows.
“Departing through the rain and wind, we’ll part,
As swiftly as we first had made our vows.”
His lovely fiancé then soon responds,
“There is no chance our love can be undone.
Steel is strong, iron does not bend or break,
But who can hope to bend or break our love?
“Iron and steel will succumb to the forge,
But not our love—neither to pain nor fire.”
Translation © David B. Gosselin
Original
By August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben
Dunkel, wie dunkel in Wald und in Feld!
Abend schon ist es, nun schweiget die Welt.
Nirgend noch Licht und nirgend noch Rauch,
Ja, und die Lerche sie schweiget nun auch.
Kommt aus dem Dorfe der Bursche heraus,
Gibt das Geleit der Geliebten nach Haus,
Führt sie am Weidengebüsche vorbei,
Redet so viel und so mancherlei:
Leidest du Schmach und betrübest du dich,
Leidest du Schmach von andern um mich,
Werde die Liebe getrennt so geschwind,
Schnell wie wir früher vereiniget sind.
Scheide mit Regen und scheide mit Wind,
Schnell wie wir früher vereiniget sind.“
Spricht das Mägdelein, Mägdelein spricht:
„Unsere Liebe sie trennet sich nicht!
Fest ist der Stahl und das Eisen gar sehr,
Unsere Liebe ist fester noch mehr.
Eisen und Stahl, man schmiedet sie um,
Unsere Liebe, wer wandelt sie um?
Eisen und Stahl, sie können zergehn,
Unsere Liebe muß ewig bestehn!“


A lifelong commitment is not the easiest thing to foresee I'd say. I know directly the experience of that kind of commitment, and am searching my memory for a clue whether I knew from the start that's how it would go. If I did, I would suppose it must've been by affective knowledge, as opposed to the express kind. I think I did feel quite attached. It was in fact the deepest attachment I've ever had. I think the deeper the attachment, the more pain and grief when torn asunder.
So while I rather like the poem, to believe it, I must assume the foreseer had a nature like EB Browning's. Her love poems to Robert have the ring of very deep attachment.