The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And made of earth and sea His overcoat for ever, And wears the turning globe.
Eleven Canzonets
Song Cycle by Antony Garlick (b. 1927)
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Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 20, first published 1922
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Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each arm To press thee to her bosom warm. Though there are birds that sing this night With thy white beams across their throats, Let my deep silence speak for me More than for them their sweetest notes: Who worships thee till music fails, Is greater than thy nightingales.
Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The moon", appears in The Bird of Paradise and Other Poems, first published 1914
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I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; 'Tis a sweet noise to hear These green leaves drinking near. And when the Sun comes out, After this Rain shall stop, A wondrous Light will fill Each dark, round drop; I hope the Sun shines bright; 'Twill be a lovely sight.
Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The rain", appears in Nature Poems and Others, first published 1908
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The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The early morning", appears in Verses and Sonnets, first published 1896
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , "La mañana temprana", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
?. The example  [sung text not yet checked]
Here's an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone On this unsweetened stone. Now let my bed be hard No care take I; I'll make my joy like this Small Butterfly; Whose happy heart has power To make a stone a flower.
Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The example", appears in Songs of Joy and Others, first published 1911
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Girls scream, Boys shout; Dogs bark, School's out. Cats run, Horses shy; Into trees Birds fly. Babes wake Open-eyed; If they can, Tramps hide. Old man, Hobble home; Merry mites, Welcome.
Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "School's out", appears in Nature Poems and Others, first published 1908
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Hear how my friend the robin sings ! That little hunchback in the snow, As it comes down as fast as rain. The air is cold, the wind doth blow, And still his heart can feel no pain. And I, with heart as light as his, And to my ankles deep in snow, Hold up a fist as cold as Death's, And into it I laugh and blow I laugh and blow my life's warm breath.
Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "In the snow", appears in Forty New Poems, first published 1918
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Night is fallen within, without, Come, Love, soon! I am weary of my doubt. The golden fire of the Sun is out, The silver fire of the Moon. Love shall be A child in me When they are cinders gray, With the earth and with the sea, With the star that shines on thee, And the night and day.
Authorship:
- by Mary Coleridge (1861 - 1907), no title, appears in Poems, no. 79, first published 1907
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