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TOVE Stjerner juble, Søen lyser, Trykker sit bankende Hjerte mod Kyst, Løvet nynner, Duggen danser, Vinden sig kaster saa kaad til mit Bryst. Vejrhanen synger og Taarnene nikke, Svendene spanke med flammende Blikke, Ternerne dæmpe med Haanden forgæves Barmen, der sælsomt uroligen hæves. Roserne stirre med Haand over Bryn, Faklerne hjælpe det daarlige Syn. Skoven nu aabner sit Ly, Hundene glamme i By, Stien, i stedse nærmere Bølger, Vugger den dristige Rytter mod Havn, Og i den næste Stigning, som følger, Slynger den ham i min aabnede Favn.
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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. 4 [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
Line count: 17
Word count: 88
TOVE Les étoiles jubilent, la mer brille Et presse contre la côte son cœur palpitant. La feuille fredonne, la rosée danse, Le vent folâtre se jette contre ma poitrine. La girouette chante et les tours s'inclinent, les garçons se pavanent avec des regards enflammés, Les filles répriment en vain de la main Leurs seins soulevés d'une étrange agitation. La main au-dessus des sourcils, ils fixent des roses, Des torches les aident à mieux voir. La forêt ouvre maintenant son abri, Les chiens aboient dans la ville, Le sentier en ondulations de plus en plus rapprochées Berce le hardi cavalier vers le port, Et après la dernière montée, Il s'élancera dans mes bras grands ouverts.
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Based on:
- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885), no title, appears in Gurresange, no. 4
This text was added to the website: 2013-08-14
Line count: 17
Word count: 114