The stars | In the vastness of the lunar paradise

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by Robert Campion (1865 - 1939)

Translation © by David Fetter

Les Étoiles

Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Au fond des paradis lunaires,
Suspendus dans l'azur changeant,
Sont de magiques luminaires :
Les étoiles aux yeux d'argent.

Depuis toujours qu'elles demeurent
Et veillent immuablement,
Pour Elles, les poëtes meurent
A regarder le firmament.

Et qui sait si leurs blanches flammes
Fascinant nos yeux éblouis
Ne sont pas faites de nos âmes
Et de nos rêves infinis ?

Text Authorship:

by Robert Campion (1865 - 1939) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Jane Vieu (1871 - 1955), "Les Étoiles", published 1900 [ mezzo-soprano or baritone and piano ], Paris : G. Ricordi & C. [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (David Fetter) , "The stars", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: David Fetter

This text was added to the website: 2019-05-03
Line count: 12
Word count: 57

The stars

Language: English after the French (Français)

In the vastness of the lunar paradise,
Suspended in the shifting blue
Are some magical lights:
The silver-eyed stars.
                                        
Forever they endure
And watch motionless,
For them, poets die
When they look at the heavens.
                                        
And who knows if their white flames
Bewitching our dazzled eyes
Are not made of our souls
And of our dreams, our infinite dreams?

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a text in French (Français) by Robert Campion (1865 - 1939)
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This text was added to the website: 2019-05-03
Line count: 12
Word count: 59