by Nathan Haskell Dole (1852 - 1935)
The hawthorn tree
Language: English
At the edge of the hedge is a Hawthorn Tree, And its blossoms are sweet as sweet can be, And the bees are humming there all the day, and these are the words that I hear them say: -- Sweet, sweet is the Hawthorn Tree! All the breezes that breathe o'er those blossoms rare A burden of perfume happily bear; And the songsters revel there all day long, And these are the words of their merry song: -- Sweet, sweet is the Hawthorn Tree! And a maid and her lover wander by As the twilight glories fade and die; And they pause 'neath the fragrant boughs to rest, And above them sways the robin's nest: -- Sweet, sweet is the Hawthorn Tree! We too, they whisper, shall soon build a home 'Neath the azure arch of the infinite dome; And we, all the day, shall sing like the birds, But with deeper meaning in music and words: -- Sweet, sweet is the Hawthorn Tree!
Authorship:
- by Nathan Haskell Dole (1852 - 1935) [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "The hawthorn tree", op. 25, published 1896 [soprano, tenor, and SATB chorus a cappella], Boston, Miles and Thompson [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Abigail Imhof
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-18
Line count: 20
Word count: 160