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Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-11).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 125 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central.

General Information

Title: Sapphische Ode, op. 95, No. 4
Composer: Johannes Brahms
Lyricist: Hans Schmidt (1856–1923)

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo

Genre: SecularAria

Language: German
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1884, N. Simrock, Berlin

Description: No. 4 of "Fünf Lieder für eine tiefe Stimme" op. 94. Lyrics: "Gereimte sapphische Ode", from "Gedichte und Übersetzungen" (Offenbach, no date), in a section titled "In antiker Form"

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

Rosen brach ich nachts mir am dunklen Hage;
Süßer hauchten Duft sie, als je am Tage,
Doch verstreuten reich die bewegten Äste
Tau, der mich näßte.

Auch der Küsse Duft mich wie nie berückte,
Die ich nachts vom Strauch deiner Lippen pflückte:
Doch auch dir, bewegt im Gemüt gleich jenen
Tauten die Tränen.

English.png English translation

Roses culled by night from the hedges darkling,
Sweeter are than those when the day is sparkling;
As the boughs above me the breeze was swaying,
Dew gently spraying.

Thus thy kisses sweet on my cheeks were falling
From thy lips by night, dew and flow'r recalling!
For from eyes, the soul's emotion showing,
Tear drops were flowing!

Adaption: George Cooper