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VALDEMAR Den blaalige Dæmring nu dæmper Hver Tone fra Sø og Land, De flvvende Skyer har lagt sig Til Hvile ved Himlens Rand. I lydløs Tynge samlet Er Skovens luftige Bo, Og Søens klare Bølger Har vugget sig selv til Ro. I Vesten kaster Solen Sin straalende Purpurdragt, Saa drager den over sig Bolgen Og drømmer om Dagens Pragt. Ej mindste Løv sig rører Og kalder paa min Sans, Ej mindste Tone klinger Og vugger mit Sind i Dans. Nej, hver en Magt er sunken I egne Drømmes Elv Og skyder mig blidt og stille Tilbage til mig selv.
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Confirmed with J. P. Jacobsen Udvalgte Digte, Gyldendalske Boghandel, Nordisk Vorlag, Kjøbenhavn og Kristiana, 1919
Text Authorship:
- by Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885), no title, appears in Gurresange, no. 1 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Robert Franz Arnold (originally Levisohn) (1872 - 1938) CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA ; composed by Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg.
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2013-08-14
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Word count: 99
VALDEMAR Maintenant le crépuscule étouffe Chaque son, qu'il vienne de la mer ou de la terre. Les nuages qui volaient Se reposent aux confins du ciel. Le logis aérien de la forêt Est écrasé d'un pesant silence, Et les vagues transparentes de la mer Se sont elles-mêmes bercées et endormies. À l'ouest le soleil jette Son habit rayonnant de pourpre, Tire sur lui les vagues Et rêve à la splendeur du jour prochain. Pas la moindre feuille ne bouge Ni ne fait appel à mes sens, Pas le moindre son ne retentit Ni n'invite mon cœur à la danse. Non, toute force s'est évanouie Dans la rivière même du rêve Et me ramène doucement et en silence Vers moi-même.
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Based on:
- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885), no title, appears in Gurresange, no. 1
This text was added to the website: 2013-08-14
Line count: 21
Word count: 119