Die Taubenpost has a magic that is Schubert's very own. How typical of the man after his mighty Goethe songs, his transfiguration of Wilhelm Müller's verses, his new vision with Heine that his last song should be unpretentious. He arrived quickly on the scene and he left it quietly. "There was a world of things left for him to do", wrote Capell, "he can be imagined in the 1830's engaged with Eichendorff, Uhland, Mörike, and going deeper into Rükert and Heine. But the time was refused him."