by Odell Shepard (1884 - 1967)
Summer is gone
Language: English
The frost walked last night. From the maple tree that shades my roof the golden and scarlet leaves are sidling down through the sunny morning air, leaving at every moment a little more blue. No cricket sings. There has been havoc in the multitudes of the fern. Summer is gone, and I must soon be going.
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Text Authorship:
- by Odell Shepard (1884 - 1967) [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 Rick Sowash (b. 1950), "Summer is gone", 2007. [contralto (or baritone) and piano] [ sung text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2017-10-08
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