by
Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)
Language: English
Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim and rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold.
...
His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars,
"Rest, rest, and rest again."
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,2,5 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Sandor Harmati (1892 - 1936), "Nod", published 1928, stanzas 1,2,5 [ voice and piano ], in the collection New Songs for New Voices
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Language: Catalan (Català) after the English
Silenciosament, al llarg del camí del capvespre,
en la somorta vermellor del crepuscle,
arrugat per l’edat i moll per la rosada,
el vell Nod, el pastor, camina.
El seu ensopit ramat tresca al seu davant,
la seva llana carregada d’or,
allà on el darrer raig de sol s’esbiaixa
damunt la pleta de Nod, el pastor.
...
Seves són les tranquil·les passes d’un país de somnis,
les aigües de no-més-dolors;
l’esquella del seu moltó sona dessota un arc d’estrelles,
“Reposa, reposa, i reposa encara.”
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,2,5 of the original text.
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