Hurricane
Language: English
The summer trees are tempest-torn,
The hills are wrapped in a mantle wide
Of folding rain by the mad wind borne
Across the country side.
His scourge of fury is lashing down
The delicate rankèd golden corn,
That never shall rear its crown
And curtsy to the morn.
So my proud spirit in me is sad,
A wreck of fairer field to mourn,
The ruin of golden hopes she had,
My delicate rankèd corn.
Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Authorship
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Hans Gál (1890 - 1987), "Hurricane", op. 77 no. 7 (1951), published 1960 [soprano or mezzo-soprano solo, three-part women's chorus, and strings], from Of a Summer Day, no. 7, Association of American Choruses, Philadelphia [ sung text verified 1 time]
Text added to the website: 2010-02-07.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:33
Line count: 12
Word count: 74
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