This song is typical of the treasures buried within the Schubert repertory. It is simple and in Singspie! style but, with sympathetic performance, it is utterly charming and seems inevitable, like all simple music of great quality. We give only two verses of the poem here (probably not by Schiller but attributed to him) but the fiery kisses of the first verse, and the cooing doves of the second, burn into the memory and fly off the page when depicted by fine singing.
from notes by Graham Johnson © 1988