by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
The spirit of the Spring
Language: English
As I went down to Taunton Town, Pondering thoughts of pain, The very spirit of the Spring Came glancing up the lane. Violet eyes soft and wise, A mien of matchless grace, Fluttering feet that skimmed the street Like swallows in the chase. Upon her arm of moulded charm A maund of nodding flowers, A radiant crew, all drenched with dew From Quantock's breezy bowers. Primroses, violets, Into my heart they shone; Till in their gleam of golden joy All my grief was gone.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [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 Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "The spirit of the Spring", from the collection English Lyrics, Eleventh Set, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
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