Well after her prime when Debussy, himself, chose her to sing Mélisande, singing Beau Soir but still sung with astonishing artistry.
When the rivers are rosy in the setting sun,
And a warm shiver runs over the wheat fields,
Advice to be happy seems to rise up from things
And climb toward the troubled heart.
Advice to taste the charm of being in the world
While one is young and the evening is beautiful,
For we are going away, as this stream goes away:
The stream to the sea, we to the grave.
Paul Bourget
And with the, for us mere drudges, discouraging information that Debussy was 15 or 16 when he wrote that immortal masterwork, I can't think of a more beautiful song to disagree with, ultimately. NTodd, I'm looking at you.
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