A silence slipping around like death, Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh, a breath; One group of trees, lean, naked and cold, Inking their cress 'gainst a sky green-gold; One path that knows where the corn flowers were; Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir; And over it softly leaning down, One star that I loved ere the fields went brown.
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Authorship:
- by Angelina Weld Grimké (1880 - 1958) [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 Rosephanye Powell (b. 1962), "A Winter Twilight", 2015 [ voice and piano ], from Miss Wheatley's Garden, Volume 1, no. 2, confirmed with a concert programme booklet [sung text checked 1 time]
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