The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground - from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he looks up - the clouds are split Asunder, - and above his head he sees The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens. There, in a black-blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away, Yet vanish not! - the wind is in the tree, But they are silent; - still they roll along Immeasurably distant; and the vault, Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, Still deepens its unfathomable depth. At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
Songs of nature
Song Cycle by Willem Frederik Bon (1940 - 1983)
1. A night‑piece  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
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Language: English
Away, away, it is the air That stirs among the withered leaves; Away, away, it is not there, Go, hunt among the harvest sheaves. There is a bed in shape as plain As from a hare or lion's lair It is the bed where we have lain In anguish and despair. Away, and take the eagle's eyes, The tiger's smell, Ears that can hear the agonies And murmurings of hell; And when you there have stood By that same bed of pain, The groans are gone, the tears remain. Then tell me if the thing be clear, The difference betwixt a tear Of water and of blood.
Authorship:
- by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), "Away, away, it is the air"
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Language: English
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4. On such a night of June  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo's sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky. Who would "go parading" In London, "and masquerading," On such a night of June With that beautiful soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is!
Authorship:
- by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), "The sun has long been set", first published 1804
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Language: English
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