Final and Initial Fugue, Poem by Auguste Angellier

First Voice.

The snow falls in great flakes;
Above us, the sky is black;
The earth, around us, is black;
The heavy snow alone is white;

We hear the falcons hoot,
In the crumbling walls of the manor;
The witch is at her grimoire;
And the raven sleeps on its branch;

The frost sows the air with shivers,
God! how sad it is to sit
Alone at the hearth, when memory
Leans over the well of the past!

Second Voice.

Icicles hang from the roofs,
But the sun will make them fall;
Winter is a passing thing,
Spring will take its revenge;

The rays will beat the bushes;
At the clear waters of the watering place,
The free herds will come to drink,
Under a periwinkle-colored sky;

Then, hearts will have songs,
Then, hearts will take up hope again,
And celebrate the victory
Of buds over the white snow!

Auguste Angellier

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