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The ship went on with solemn face; To meet the darkness on the deep, The solemn ship went onward. I bowed down weary in the place; For parting tears and present sleep Had weighed mine eyelids downward. The new sight, the new wondrous sight! The waters around me, turbulent, The skies, impassive o'er me, Calm in a moonless, sunless light, As glorified by even the intent Of holding the day glory! Love me, sweet friends, this Sabbath day. The sea sings round me while ye roll Afar the hymn, unaltered, And kneel, where once I knelt to pray, And bless me deeper in your soul Because your voice has faltered. And though this sabbath comes to me Without the stolèd minister, And chanting congregation, God's Spirit shall give comfort. He Who brooded soft on waters drear, Creator on creation. He shall assist me to look higher, He shall assist me to look higher, Where keep the saints, with harp and song, An endless [endless]1 sabbath morning, An endless sabbath morning, And, on that sea commixed with fire, And that sea commixed with fire, Oft drop their eyelids raised too long To the full Godhead's burning. The full Godhead's burning.
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Authorship:
- by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861), "A Sabbath on the Sea", appears in The Amaranth, first published 1839, rev. 1850 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934), "Sabbath Morning at Sea", op. 37 no. 3, first performed 1899, from Sea Pictures, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , title 1: "Sabbatmorgen auf See", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) , title 1: "Sabbatmorgen auf See", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Mattino di sabato sul mare", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "Matí de sàbat al mar", copyright © 2013, (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.
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Word count: 199
La nau avançava amb aspecte solemne; per anar a trobar la foscor de les fondàries, la nau solemne singlava endavant. Jo, capbaix i esgotat, romangué en el lloc car, les llàgrimes de comiat i la son, m'havien fet caure les parpelles. El nou, meravellós panorama! Les aigües al meu entorn, turbulentes, el cel, impassible al meu damunt, encalmat, en una llum sense lluna ni sol, com glorificat per el mer propòsit de servar l'esplendor del dia! Estimeu-me, gentils amics meus, en aquest dia de sàbat. El mar canta al meu entorn mentre vosaltres feu sonar lluny l'himne, inalterat, i us poseu de genolls on jo m'agenollava per resar i em beneïu des del més profund de la vostra ànima perquè la vostra veu s'ha apagat. I encara que aquest sàbat se'm presenta sense sacerdot amb estola ni càntics dels feligresos, l'esperit diví em donarà confort. Ell, que lleuger surava damunt les aigües tristes, creador de la creació. Ell m'ajudarà a mirar més enlaire, Ell m'ajudarà a mirar més enlaire, cap enllà on els sants, amb arpes i càntics, celebren un etern matí de sàbat, un etern matí de sàbat, i, en aquell mar barrejat amb foc, i, aquell mar barrejat amb foc, fa caure llurs parpelles massa temps alçades cap a la plenera cremor de l'essència divina. La plenera cremor de l'essència divina.
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- Translation from English to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2013 by Salvador Pila, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861), "A Sabbath on the Sea", appears in The Amaranth, first published 1839, rev. 1850
This text was added to the website: 2013-06-26
Line count: 34
Word count: 223