by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
Summer night, riverside
Language: English
In the wild soft summer darkness How many and many a night we two together Sat in the park and watched the Hudson Wearing her lights like golden spangles Glinting on black satin. The rail along the curving pathway Was low in a happy place to let us cross, And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom Sheltered us, While your kisses and the flowers, Falling, falling, Tangled in my hair. . . . The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky. And now, far off In the fragrant darkness The tree is tremulous again with bloom For June comes back. To-night what girl Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair This year's blossoms, clinging to its coils?
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Summer night, riverside" [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 Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "Summer night, riverside", 2007 [ mezzo-soprano and piano ], from New York Sorrows, no. 7 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Andrew Hsu (b. 1994), "Summer night, riverside" [ soprano and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-02-11
Line count: 20
Word count: 122