by John Clare (1793 - 1864)
November
Language: English
The shepherds almost wonder where they dwell And the old dog for his right journey stares: The path leads somewhere, but they cannot tell And neighbour meets with neighbour unawares. The maiden passes close beside her cow, And wanders on, and thinks her far away; The ploughman goes unseen behind his plough, And seems to lose his horses half the day. The lazy mist creeps on in journey slow; The maidens shout and wonder where they go; Do dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we ocupy seems all the world.
Authorship:
- by John Clare (1793 - 1864), "November" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Terence Greaves (b. 1933), "November", 1976 [soprano and clarinet or viola], from Three Rustic Poems, no. 3, Emerson Publishing [text verified 1 time]
- by Trevor Hold (1939 - 2004), "November", 1975 [tenor and piano], from Gathered from the Field [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ton van der Steenhoven
This text was added to the website: 2010-03-03
Line count: 14
Word count: 111