by Jasper Fisher (1591 - 1643)
At the Spring
Language: English
At the Spring Birds do sing; Now with high, Then low cry: Flat, acute; And salute The sun, born Ev'ry morn. He's no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flow'ry Spring. Flora queen All in green, Doth delight To paint white, And to spread Cruel red With a blue Colour true. He's no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flow'ry Spring. Faithful loves, Turtle doves, Sit and bill On the hill. Country swains On the plains Run and leap, Turn and skip. He's no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flow'ry Spring. Pan doth play Care away. Fairies small, Two foot tall, With caps red On their head Dance around On the ground. He's no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flow'ry Spring.
Authorship:
- by Jasper Fisher (1591 - 1643), first published 1633 [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 Virgil Garnett Thomson (1896 - 1989), "At the Spring", 1955. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-01
Line count: 40
Word count: 131