by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise
 (Sung text for setting by R. Sowash)
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Language: English 
Our translations:  DUT FRE
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
    From love's deep slumber and from death, 
For lo! the treees are full of sighs
    Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
    Where softly-burning fires appear, 
Making to tremble all those veils
    Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly,
    The flowery bells of morn are stirred 
And the wise choirs of faery
    Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

Composition:

    Set to music by Rick Sowash (b. 1950), "From dewy dreams, my soul, arise", 1998 [ mezzo-soprano, viola, clarinet, flute, and piano ], from Along the River, no. 3

Text Authorship:

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Nicolaas (Koos) Jaspers) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-01-24
Line count: 12
Word count: 68