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| Information for song "The Elves" | | | | |  | A Halloween special in operatic style...
Poem by Leconte de Lisle as translated by my father. The elves dance joyous on the plain but they care little for humans and the fate of lovers.
..Music composed and performed by the dwsChorale, various echo effets by Glaceverb.
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| | Song Story | If you would like to read the original poem by Leconte de Lisle go here
| | Song Lyrics | Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
From out the forest path, known to the deer
On jet black steed there rides a cavalier.
His spurs of gold flame in the sombre night.
And passing through the pale moon`s shimmering light
One sees, splendid and radiant, flashing fair,
A helm of silver on his tossing hair.
Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
In aery swarm they gird and hem him there,
Flitting and floating on the muted air.
"0 cavalier, bound through the night serene,
Where goest thou so late - said the young Queen. –
Knowest thou not that evil is abroad,
Rather come dance with us on the cool sward".
Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
"No, for my clear and gentle eyed betrothed
Awaits . Early tomorrow we`re to wed.
Elves of the meadow, pray you let me by,
Ye who on mosses fairy circles ply.
Far from my love, 0 force me not to stay,
For even now I see the gleams of day."
Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
"Stay! And I`ll give to thee, my rider bold,
The magic opal and the ring of gold,
And what is better far than fame or fortune,
My robe spun shrewdly by the light of moon".
"No!" said he. "Go then!" She, with finger stark
Touches the trembling warrior to the heart.
Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
The black steed rears and leaps beneath the spur,
Rushing and bounding, flying fast and far;
But on its back the rider reels and shivers,
Sees in his path a pallid spectre quiver,
Noiselessly nearing, stretching forth its arms:
“Elf! Spirit! Stay me not! Do me no harm!”
Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
“Odious phantom, force me not to stay,
For I must wed my gentle love this day!”
“0 my dear spouse, the tomb, eternally,
Shall be our only bridal bed, says she,
For I am dead!” and he, seeing ‘tis true,
With love and anguish falls a dead man, too.
Crownèd with thyme and marjoram
The Elves dance joyous on the plain.
Translation ©SN Solomons
| | Song Statistics | | Song Serial Number: | | 300 | | Date of first upload: | | Sunday October 30th, 2005 | | Date of last update: | | Sunday January 22nd, 2006 | | Total downloads and listens: | | 278 | | Total amount sold: | | $0.00 |
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