by
Armand Silvestre (1837 - 1901)
Sur la source elle se pencha
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG
Sur la source elle se pencha;
La source doubla son image,
Et ce fut un charmant mirage,
Qu'un peu de vent effaroucha.
Sous les grands bois elle chanta :
L'oiseau doubla son chant sauvage,
Et ce fut un charmant ramage,
Que le vent lointain emporta.
Quand j'effleurai son doux visage,
Sa bouche ma bouche doubla...
Le vent peut balayer la plage,
[Ô Myrto]1, que me fait l'orage ?
-- Ton baiser reste toujours là !
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1 Massenet: "Mignonne"
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Jules Massenet (1842 - 1912), "Sur la source", op. 14 no. 7 [ voice and piano ], from Poème d'avril, no. 7, also set in German (Deutsch) [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Alexis Jean Hubert Rostand (1844 - 1919), "Sur la source" [ medium voice and piano ], from Vingt mélodies, no. 16, Paris, Éd. 'Au Ménestrel' Heugel et Fils [sung text not yet checked]
- by Émile Wroblewski , "Souvenir" [ medium voice and piano ], from Six Feuillets d'Album, no. 4, Éd. H. Rohdé [sung text not yet checked]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Jules Massenet.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Peter Low) , "Over the pool", copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 74
Over the pool
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Over the pool she leant;
the pool mirrored her form -
it was a charming mirage,
which a gust of wind scared away.
Under the tall trees she sang;
a bird echoed her wild song -
it was a charming warbling,
which the wind carried off into the distance.
When I stroked her sweet face,
her mouth mimicked my mouth.
- Oh the wind may sweep the beach, darling,
but what do I care about the storm?
Your kiss stays for ever!
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 82