VIIT, Songs by RICHARD STRAUSS and HUGO WOLF
ESTHER COLEMAN (Contralto)
Traum (lurch die Dämmerung (Dream in the Twilight)
Wiegenlied (Cradle Song)
Ruhe, meine Seele ! (Rest, my Soul !) Morgen (Tomorrow)
Wie sollten wir geheim sie halten (How shall wo keep our secret ?)
Das verlassene Magdlein (The Forsaken Maiden) Nimmersatte Liebe (Insatiable Love) Verborgenheit (Secrecy)
Du denkst mit einem Fädchen (You think to catch me with a thread)
Verrschwiegene Liebe (Silent Love) Er ist's (A Song of Spring)
ALMOST the whole of Hugo Wolf 's output consisted of songs. Besides these, he wrot3 one complete opera, and had written half the lirst act of another (at the age of thirty-seven) when mental disease attacked him. He died six years later, in 1903. Of his songs we hear too little, for though estimates of his output as a whole differ considerably, there are many true and beautiful expressions of emotion in his two hundred and fifty settings of poems. His choice of words covered a wide range, throughout which he showed, rare powers of characterization.
Fussreise tells us of the sweet emotions awakened by the sight of Nature's beauties, that - till appeal to all that is good and tender in man. How happy could one be if the whole of life might partake of the spirit aroused in such a lovely morning —thus runs the song's sentiment.
Das verlassene Mägdlein is a sad song ; the maiden's heavy thoughts dwell ever on a faithless lover, and each new day but brings her fresh grief.
Nimmersatte Liebe sings of the ever-new delights of love, that is never sated with kisses, but wants ever more and more. So it is. and so it has ever been; not otherwise did Solomon make love.
The theme of Verborgenheit, one of the best known of Wolfs songs, is indicated in the lines : ' Tempt me not, 0 world, again ; Let my heart, unspoken, cherish all its rapture, all its pain.'
Du denkst is a coquettish song. 'You think you can catch me with a look ? Don't be too Mire, I've caught others. I am in love, hut not with you !'
In Verschwiegene Liebe the singer begs the night breeze to bear his thought to his beloved. My love is as silent and fair as the night,' he declares.
Er ist's tells of Spring's gay colours and sweet perfumes, that make earth radiant.
ERIC COATES , MONTAGUE PHILLIPS and ROGER QULTER