by Hans Christian Andersen (1805 - 1875)
Translation © by Mark DeGarmeaux

Aftendæmring
Language: Danish (Dansk) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
See, Aftnen er saa stille, og Himlen er saa blaae!
Nu sove alle Blomster og alle Fugle smaae;
De nikke og de drømme, forstyr ei deres Lyst!
En Verden der jo bygger, selv i det mindste Bryst.

I Drømme svinger Lærken sig i den friske Luft,
Og hvad hvert Blomster føler, det aander ud i Duft.
Den hele, vide Verden med sine Verdner smaae,
Og alle Himlens Himle, jo i mit Hjerte staae;

Jeg føler Øiet græde, og svimler dog af Lyst;
Jeg kunde salig trykke hver Skabning til mit Bryst!
See, alle Stjerner blinke - og Aftnen smelter bort;
- Lad Stormene kun stige og klæde Natten sort.

Sov sødt og drøm, I Fugle! - drøm kun I Blomster smaae!
I Hjertet er der stille, og der er Himlen blaae!

Note: the spellings used in Cormontan's score are slightly different:
See -> Se
blaae -> blaa
smaae -> smaa
hele -> helle
staae -> staa

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  • ENG English (Mark DeGarmeaux) , "Evening twilight", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Crépuscule du soir", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Leif Møller
Evening twilight
Language: English  after the Danish (Dansk) 
See, the evening is so quiet; the sky is so blue!
All the flowers are now sleeping and all the little birds;
They're nodding and they're dreaming; do not disturb their joy.
For there a world is being built, even in the smallest breast.

In dreams the lark swoops in the fresh air,
And what each flower feels, it breathes out in the air.
The whole, wide world with its small worlds,
And all heaven's heavens indeed are in my heart.

I feel my eye now weeping; I swoon from joy;
I could blissfully press each creature to my breast!
See, all the stars are twinkling -- and the evening melts away;
-- Just let the storms arise and dress the night black,

Sleep sweetly and dream, you birds! -- just dream, you little flowers!
In the heart it is quiet, and there the sky is blue!

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