by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
This autumn morning
Language: English
Available translation(s): GER
This autumn morning is tired with excess of light, and if your songs grow fitful and languid give me your flute awhile. I shall but play with it as the whim takes me, -- now take it on my lap, now touch it with my lips, now keep it by my side on the grass. But in the solemn evening stillness I shall gather flowers, to deck it with wreaths, I shall fill it with fragrance; I shall worship it with the lighted lamp. Then at night I shall come to you and give you back your flute. You will play on it the music of midnight when the lonely crescent moon wanders among the stars.
Authorship:
- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in Fruit-Gathering, no. 22 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Margaret Carter Metcalf (d. 1957), "This autumn morning", 1921 [high voice and piano], from Four Poems, no. 3. [text not verified]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , title unknown, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-05
Line count: 12
Word count: 115