L'Heure exquise
Composed by R. Hahn. Sung by Susan Graham.
L’Heure exquise
Paul Verlaine 1870
The white moon
Glows in the woods;
From each branch
Comes a voice
Beneath the mist...
O my beloved...
The pond reflects,
A deep mirror,
The silhouette
Of the black willow
Where the wind weeps...
It is time to dream.
A vast and tender
Peacefulness
Seems to descend
From the heavens
Irisdescent starlight...
This is the exquisite hour.
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