Il pleut des pétales de fleurs

Il pleut des pétales de fleurs,
La flamme se courbe au vent tiède,
De mes deux yeux je te possède
Et mes yeux ont besoin de pleurs.

Vieille argile, faite aux douleurs,
Quel goût de souffrir sans remède
Harcèle ainsi le coeur qui cède!
Il pleut des pétales de fleurs.

Les roses meurent chaque et toutes,
Je ne dis rien, et tu m'écoutes;
Sous tes immobiles cheveux
L'amour est lourd, mon âme est lasse:
Quelle est donc, Chère, sur nous deux
Cette aile en silence qui passe?
Il pleut des pétales de fleurs.

by Albert Victor Samain (1858-1900) , from Au jardin de l'Infante, in Heures d'été, published 1893

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871-1937) , "Il pleut des pétales de fleurs", op. 49 (Two songs) no. 2, published 1909, note: also set in English
by Jacques Guillaume de Sauville de la Presle (1888-1969) , "Il pleut des pétales de fleurs", published 1922 [voice and piano], from Heures d'été, no. 3.
by Charles Tournemire (1870-1939) , "Il pleut des pétales de fleurs", op. 46 (Trois Lieder) no. 2 (1912).

by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871-1937) , "The rose-leaves are falling like rain", op. 49 (Two songs) no. 2, published 1909, note: also set in ----not found---

Date added to the website: 2003-12-29.

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The rose‑leaves are falling like rain

The rose-leaves are falling like rain,
The candle-flame dips to the air,
And my two eyes possess thee there,
Yet the tears they can scarce restrain.

Ancient clay, refashioned to pain,
What thirst of incurable ainguish
Must torture thus our hearts that languish!
The rose-leaves are falling like rain.

The flow'rs are dying all!
Ah, dearest, I do not speak, and yet thou hearest,
And under thy motionless hair
Thy love is dull, I tire of loving:
What can it be, dear one, o'er us two,
This wing that in silence is moving?
The rose-leaves are falling like rain.

Singable translation by Henry Grafton Chapman (1860-1913)

a text in French by Albert Victor Samain (1858-1900) , from Au jardin de l'Infante, in Heures d'été, published 1893

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871-1937) , "The rose-leaves are falling like rain", op. 49 (Two songs) no. 2, published 1909, note: also set in ----not found---

Date added to the website: 2003-12-29.