Rain has fallen all the day. O come among the laden trees: The leaves lie thick upon the way Of [mem'ries.]1 Staying a little by the way Of [mem'ries]1 shall we depart. Come, my beloved, where I may Speak to your heart.
Three Songs , opus 10
by Samuel Barber (1910 - 1981)
1. Rain has fallen  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), appears in Chamber Music, no. 32, first published 1907
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Walter Riemer) , "Es hat geregnet", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Sol Crespo) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Szymanowski: "memories"
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2. Sleep now  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart. The voice of the winter Is heard at the door. O sleep, for the winter Is crying "Sleep no more." My kiss will give peace now And quiet to your heart - Sleep on in peace now, O you unquiet heart!
Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 34, first published 1907
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Walter Riemer) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
3. I hear an army  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with flutt'ring whips, the charioteers. They cry unto the night their battlename: I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter. They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair: They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore. My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, why have you left me alone?
Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 36, first published 1907
See other settings of this text.
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Walter Riemer) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission