1. Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. 2. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves. To faint in his light, and to die. 3. All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dangers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon. 4. I said to the lily, 'There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away. 5. I said to the rose, 'The brief night goes In babble and revel and wine. young lord-lover, what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine? But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose, 'For ever and ever, mine.' 6. And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood. For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all; 7. From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise. 8. The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me; The lilies and roses were all awake. They sigh'd for the dawn and thee. 9. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. 10. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, *She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.' 11. She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Maud
Song Cycle by Frederick Delius (1862 - 1934)
1. Come into the garden  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, appears in Maud, Part 1, no. 22, first published 1855
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2. Go not, happy day  [sung text not yet checked]
Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day. Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes Falters from her lips, Pass and blush the news [O'er the blowing ships]1. Over blowing seas, Over seas at rest, Pass the happy news, Blush it thro' the West; [Till the red man dance By his red cedar tree, And the red man's babe Leap, beyond the sea.]2 Blush from West to East, Blush from East to West, Till the West is East, Blush it thro' the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks. And a rose her mouth.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), appears in Maud, Part 1, no. 17
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1 Bridge, Liszt: "Over glowing ships"2 omitted by Bridge.
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4. I was walking a mile  [sung text checked 1 time]
I was walking a mile, More than a mile from the shore, The sun look'd out with a smile Betwixt the cloud and the moor, And riding at set of day Over the dark moor land, Rapidly riding far away, She waved to me with her hand. There were two at her side, Something flash' d in the sun, Down by the hill I saw them ride, In a moment they were gone: Like a sudden spark Struck vainly in the night, [And back]1 returns the dark With no more hope of light.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, appears in Maud, Part 1, no. 9
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1 Delius: "Then"Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
5. Birds in the high hall garden  [sung text checked 1 time]
1.
Birds in the high Hall-garden
When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,
They were crying and calling.
2.
Where was Maud? in our wood;
And I, who else, was with her,
Gathering woodland lilies,
Myriads blow together.
3.
Birds in our wood sang
Ringing thro' the vallies,
Maud is here, here, here
In among the lilies.
4.
I kiss'd her slender hand,
She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen,
But she is tall and stately.
6.
I know the way she went
Home with her maiden posy,
For her feet have touch'd the meadows
And left the daisies rosy.
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Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, appears in Maud, Part 1, no. 12
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Note: parodied in Archibald Stodart-Walker's Maud (of all work).
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5. Rivulet crossing my ground  [sung text checked 1 time]
Rivulet crossing my ground, And bringing me down from the Hall This garden-rose that I found, Forgetful of Maud and me, And lost in trouble and moving round Here at the head of a tinkling fall, And trying to pass to the sea; [Rivulet]1, born at the Hall, My Maud has sent it by thee (If I read her sweet will right) On a blushing mission to me, Saying in odour and colour, 'Ah, be Among the roses to-night.'
Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, appears in Maud, Part 1, no. 21
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