Trois mélodies

Song Cycle by Eva Ruth Spalding (1882 - 1969)

Word count: 222

1. Youth, Day, Old Age, and Night [sung text not yet checked]

Youth, large, lusty, loving --
  Youth full of grace, force, fascination!
Do you know that Old Age may come after you,
  with equal grace, force, fascination?

Day, full-blown and splendid -- 
  Day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter.
The Night follows close, with millions of suns, 
  and sleep, and restoring darkness.

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1. Jeunesse, jour, vieillese et nuit [sung text not yet checked]

Jeunesse, large, robuste, aimante, — jeunesse pleine de 
    grâce, force, fascination, 
Sais-tu que la Vieillesse peut venir après toi avec autant de 
    grâce, force, fascination ? 

Jour épanoui et splendide — jour du soleil, de l’action, 
    l’ambition, du rire immenses, 
La Nuit te suit de près avec ses millions de soleil et son 
    sommeil et ses réconfortantes ténèbres.

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Confirmed with Walt Whitman. Feuilles d'herbe. Traduction intégrale d'après l'édition définitive par Léon Bazalgette, cinquième édition, Paris, Mercure de France, 1922, page 300.


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2. A clear midnight [sung text not yet checked]

This is thy hour, O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Portions of this text were used in Idyll by Frederick Delius.


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2. Minuit clair [sung text not yet checked]

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3. The last invocation [sung text not yet checked]

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At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks --
  from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.

2
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks -- with a whisper,
Set [ope]1 the doors, O Soul!

3
Tenderly! be not impatient!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O Love.)

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1 Bacon: "up"; Pederson: "open"

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3. L'invocation suprême [sung text not yet checked]

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