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LA TRÉPASSÉE.
Est-ce une illusion? Cette nuit tant rêvée,
La nuit du mariage elle est donc arrivée?
        C'est le lit nuptial.
Voici l'heure où l'époux, jeune et parfumé, cueille
La beauté de l'épouse, et sur son front effeuille
        L'oranger virginal.

The dead girl:
Is this an illusion?
Has the night so long dreamed of, the wedding night, come at last?
Is this my nuptial bed?
Surely this the hour when the groom, young and scented, enjoys
the beauty of the bride and from her brows removes
the maiden orange-flower.

LE VER.
Cette nuit sera longue, ô blanche trépassée,
Avec moi, pour toujours, la mort t'a fiancée;
  Ton lit c'est le tombeau.
Voici l'heure où le chien contre la lune aboie,
Où le pâle vampire erre et cherche sa proie,
  Où descend le corbeau.

The worm:
A long, long night ’t will be, O fair dead girl! To me for ever Death hath thee betrothed. Thy bed is but a tomb. Now is the time when bays the watch-dog at the moon; when the foul vampire sails forth in search of prey; when downward swoops the crow.

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Thomas Oboe Lee Cambridge, Massachusetts

Thomas Oboe Lee was born in China in 1945. He lived in São Paulo, Brazil, for six years before coming to the United States in 1966. After graduating from the University of Pittsburgh, he studied composition at the New England Conservatory and Harvard University. He has been a member of the music faculty at Boston College since 1990. ... more

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