by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Translation © by Bertram Kottmann

The young May moon is beaming; love
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE GER
The young May moon is beaming; love,
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love,
        How sweet to rove
        Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! The heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, [my dear,]1
        And best of all ways
        To lengthen [our]2 days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my [dear!]3

Now all the world is sleeping, love.
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
    And I, whose star,
    More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake !—till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear.
    Or, in watching the flight
    Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear.

C. Ives sets stanza 1

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Confirmed with Thomas Moore, A New Edition from the last London Edition, Boston: Lee and Shepard; New York: Lee, Shepard, & Dillingham, 1876.

1 Omitted by Ives
2 Omitted by Ives
3 Ives: "my dear,/ When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!]

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in French (Français), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist GER GER ; composed by Émile Paladilhe.
  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ENG FRE ; composed by Ignaz Brüll.

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

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La jeune lune de mai", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor]

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Der Maimond ist am schimmern, Lieb
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English 
Der Maimond ist am schimmern, Lieb,
Glühwürmchens Lampen flimmern, Lieb,
Ich streif’ allein
durch Mornas Hain,
und ihr träumt in stillen Zimmern, Lieb!
So wach auf! Mondhell ist es just, mein Lieb,
und niemals zu spät für die Lust, mein Lieb,
denn für alle, die wir
wollen alt werden hier,
ist die Nacht, die zum Tag, kein Verlust, mein Lieb!

Wer schliefe jetzt nicht gerne, Lieb.
Doch der Weise schaut in die Sterne, Lieb,
auch ich, mein Ziel:
Dein Blick, so grazil
hinterm Fenster dort, mir so ferne, Lieb.
So wach auf! Bis steigt das Licht, mein Lieb,
erspäht sein Glas uns nicht, mein Lieb,
könnt’ der Weise doch gern
dich halten für Stern’,
deine Augen, dein strahlend Gesicht, mein Lieb.

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Translation of title "A night song" = "Ein Nachtlied"

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  • Translation from English to German (Deutsch) copyright © 2018 by Bertram Kottmann, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.

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Text added to the website: 2018-11-20 00:00:00
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