Wilhelm Müller, a North German poet and scholar, never knew of Schubert’s settings of his poems or heard the Viennese assistant-schoolmaster (and composer! ) sing Winterreise (The Winter Journey) in a “high voice” full of emotion, so transmuting the base metal of experience into musical gold, into a fund of spontaneously lyrical melody in tune with that leisurely spaciousness that emanates from the Danube basin, the plains of Hungary or the snow-capped summits of the Austrian Alps, with a rapture and poignancy of first sensations that are not easily related to the composer’s age, experience or character (WR n° 4).
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