But that night When on my bed I lay, I was most mov'd And felt most deeply in what world I was; With unextinguish'd taper I kept watch, Reading at intervals; the fear gone by Press'd on me almost like a fear to come; I thought of those September Massacres, Divided from me by a little month, And felt and touch'd them, a substantial dread: The rest was conjured up from tragic fictions, And mournful Calendars of true history, Remembrances and dim admonishments. "The horse is taught his manage, and the wind Of heaven wheels round and treads in his own steps, Year follows year, the tide returns again, Day follows day, all things have second birth; The earthquake is not satisfied all at once." And in such way I wrought upon myself, Until I seem'd to hear a voice that cried To the whole City, "Sleep no more."
- by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), appears in The Prelude or, Growth of a Poet's Mind; An Autobiographical Poem, first published 1805 [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 (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "But that night when on my bed I lay", op. 60 no. 5, from Nocturne for tenor solo, seven obligato instruments and string orchestra, no. 5. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Però aquella nit quan jeia al meu llit", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Jean-Pierre Granger)
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