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Quels sont ces bruits sourds ?
Écoutez vers l'onde
Cette voix profonde
Qui pleure toujours.
Pas d'ancre de fer
Que le flot ne rompe. --
Le vent de la mer
Souffle dans sa trompe !
Comme il pleut ce soir !
N'est-ce pas, mon hôte ?
Là-bas, à la côte,
Le ciel est bien noir,
La mer est bien haute !
Pas d'ancre de fer
Que le flot ne rompe. --
Le vent de la mer
Souffle dans sa trompe.
Oh ! marins perdus !
Au loin, dans cette ombre,
Sur la nef qui sombre,
Que de bras tendus
Vers la terre sombre !
Pas d'ancre de fer
Que le flot ne rompe... —
Le vent de la mer
Souffle dans sa trompe.
...
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3 of the original text.
Composition:
- Set to music by Alfred Dufresne (1822 - 1863), "La mer", stanzas 1-3 [ medium voice and piano ], from Les soirées d'automne, douze mélodies, no. 4, Paris, Éditions E. Heu
Text Authorship:
- by Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885), "Une nuit qu'on entendait la mer sans la voir", written 1836, appears in Les voix intérieures, no. 24, first published 1837
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 45
Word count: 191
What are these dull sounds?
Listen, from the waves
There comes a deep voice
That forever weeps.
No iron anchor
Left whole by the flood... —
The wind from the sea
Blows on its trumpet!
Such a rain tonight!
Is it not, my guest?
Far off, on the coast,
How black the sky is,
And how high the sea!
No iron anchor
Left whole by the flood... —
The wind from the sea
Blows on its trumpet.
Oh! lost seafarers!
Far off, in shadow,
On the sinking ship,
How many arms stretched
Towards the dark land!
No iron anchor
Left whole by the flood... —
The wind from the sea
Blows on its trumpet.
...
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885), "Une nuit qu'on entendait la mer sans la voir", written 1836, appears in Les voix intérieures, no. 24, first published 1837
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