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Ô mon divin amour, fleur belle entre les belles, Rêve demeuré rêve, ô secret sans aveux, Reste comme un bouquet de jeunes immortelles, Reste sur mon sein douloureux ! Quand l'âcre désespoir à l'ardente agonie Mord jusqu'au sang mon cœur et le fait rejaillir, Passe comme une brise, oh ! sois mon bon génie, Doux parfum de mon souvenir ! Sois ma fleur du désert au matin respirée ! Dans mes brûlants sentiers sois l'ombre et la fraicheur ; En [plein déchirement]1 sois ma fête ignorée, Ô relique de mon bonheur ! J'ai connu le printemps, moi dont l'âme est éteinte ! Où croissent les soucis, les lis montaient jadis. Mais les songes sacrés dont j'ai gardé l'empreinte, Je ne les ai jamais redits ! Il est dans le passé des heures lumineuses, Ciel d'avril éclatant à qui rien n'est pareil : Inondez de rayons, heures mystérieuses, Mon cœur sans joie et sans soleil.
C. Widor sets stanzas 1, 3
About the headline (FAQ)
View text without footnotesConfirmed with Revue Européenne: léttres, sciences, arts, voyages politique, Volume 16, Paris, Bureaux de la Revue Européenne, 1861, page 808.
1 Widor: "mon fatal exil"Text Authorship:
- by Augustine-Malvina Souville Blanchecotte (1830 - 1878), "Le souvenir " [author's text checked 1 time 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 Charles Marie Jean Albert Widor (1844 - 1937), "Sunt lacrimae rerum", op. 14 no. 6 (1872), stanzas 1,3 [ medium voice and piano ], from Quarante mélodies, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Amy Pfrimmer) , "They Cry: Lament", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2018-09-23
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Word count: 146
O my divine love, beautiful flower among the beauties, a dream remained a dream, o secret without confession, Rest like a bouquet of immortal youth, rest on my sorrowful breast! [... ... ... ...] Be my desert flower deeply inhaled in the morning! In my burning paths be the shadow and the chill; In my fatal exile be my unknown pleasure, O relic of my happiness! [... ... ... ...] [... ... ... ...]
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Augustine-Malvina Souville Blanchecotte (1830 - 1878), "Le souvenir "
This text was added to the website: 2023-06-04
Line count: 20
Word count: 62