Darthula's Grave Song
Brahms, Johannes
Maiden of Colla, you sleep!
Around you the blue streams of Selma are silent!
They mourn for you, the last branch
of Thruthil's line!
When will you rise again in your beauty?
Fairest of the fair in Erin!
You sleep the long sleep of the grave;
the glow of morning is distant.
Never, o never will the sun come
to your resting-place and awaken you: "Wake up!
Wake up, Darthula!
Spring has come!
"The breezes whisper;
upon the green hills, sweet maiden,
flowers wave!
In the grove, sprouting leaves flutter!"
Forever, forever then, Sun, surrender
to the maiden of Colla; she sleeps!
Never will she rise again in her beauty!
Never again will you see her lovely wandering.