Hallow ev'n
Language: English
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow, That beauteous heaven e'rewhile serene? Whence do those storms and tempests flow, Or what this gust of passion mean? And must then mankind lose that light, Which in thine eyes was wont to shine, And lye obscur'd in endless night, For each poor silly speech of mine? Dear child, how can I wrong thy name, Thy form so fair, and faultless stands, That could ill tongues abuse thy fame, Thy beauty could make large amends: Or if I durst profanely try, Thy beauty's pow'rful charms t'upbraid, Thy virtue well might give the lie, Nor call thy beauty to its aid.
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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Hallow ev'n", JHW. XXXII/1 no. 63, Hob. XXXIa no. 63. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2012-08-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 107