by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
A winter night
Language: English
My window-pane is starred with frost, The world is bitter cold to-night, The moon is cruel, and the wind Is like a two-edged sword to smite. God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro. God pity all the poor to-night Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow. My room is like a bit of June, Warm and close-curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold.
Z. Stroope sets stanzas 1, 3
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "A winter night" [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 John Woods Duke (1899 - 1984), "A winter night", 1967 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Lori Laitman (b. 1955), "A winter night", 1991-2 [ soprano and piano ], from The Metropolitan Tower and Other Songs, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Zane Randall Stroope (b. 1953), "A winter night", published 2005, stanzas 1,3 [ voice, flute, and piano ], from Love's waning seasons, no. 3, Colla Voce [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-05-31
Line count: 12
Word count: 78