Lieder (songs), Vol. V [antikvár]

English Translations BY HENRY S. DRINKER (Except for No. 11) 1. Ellen's First Song (Op. 52, No. 1) (Lady of the Lake) Scott Rest thee, soldier! War is o'er Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. Hands unseen thy couch are strewing. In our isle's enchanted hall, Ev'ry sense in slumber dewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Hands unseen thy magic couch are strewing. Fairy strains of music fall. Sleep the sleep that is never breaking. Dream of fighting fields no more, Morn of toil nor night of waking, Soldier rest, thy warfare o'er, Morn of toil nor night of weary waking, Soldier rest, thy warfare o'er. No rude sound of warsteed champing. Trump nor pibrock summon here; Armor's clang nor squadron stamping, Shall not reach thy slumb'ring ear. Here's no warsteed's neigh and champing, Guards nor wardens challenge here, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping, Ruder sounds shall not be near. Yet at daybreak from the fallow Still the lark's shrill fife may come; Booming from the sedgy shallow, Hear the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow Hear the bittern sound his drum. 2. Ellen's Second Song (Op. 52, No. 2) (Lady of the Lake) Scott Huntsman, rest, thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye. Dream thou not, with rising sun. The bugles will sound reveille. Sleep, by thee thy hounds are lying. The deer in his forest den, Sleep, nor dream thy steed lay dying. Far away in yonder glen. Huntsman, rest, thy chase is done. Here no bugle blares assail ye; Think not of the rising sun; Here no bugles blow reveille. 3. Norman's Song (Op. 52, No. 5) (Lady of the Lake) Scott The heath must be my bed, The bracken at my head Must be my only curtain. So far from love and thee! My lullaby tonight must be the warder's tread. And ah, so far, so far from thee, O Mary, must I be! 176