The day's grown old; the fainting sun Has but a little way to run, And yet his steeds, with all his skill, Scarce lug the chariot down the hill. The shadows now so long do grow, That brambles like tall cedars show; Mole hills seem mountains, and the ant Appears a monstrous elephant. A very little, little flock Shades thrice the ground that it would stock; Whilst the small stripling following them Appears a mighty Polypheme. And now on benches all are sat, In the cool air to sit and chat, Till Phoebus, dipping in the West, Shall lead the world the way to rest.
- by Charles Cotton (1630 - 1687) [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), "Pastoral", op. 31 no. 1 (1943) [tenor, horn, and strings or piano], from Serenade for tenor, horn and strings, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , title 1: "Hyrdedikt", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Jean-Pierre Granger) , title 1: "Pastorale", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Pablo Sabat) , title 1: "Pastoral"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
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