by Marguerite Ogden Wilkinson (née Bigelow) (1883 - 1928)
Heather
Language: English
All my life long I had longed to see heather In the land of my kinsmen, far over the sea; Now here is heather like a wide purple ocean Rolling its tides toward me. Dark, dipping waves of it, deeper than amethyst When the gold day was begun; Long, curving swells of it, dusky and lovely, Here on the downs in the sun! Now I am shaken by great storms of beauty Wetting my eyelids with joy of my eyes; Now is my soul like a wind-stricken seabird Troubling the deep with her cries!
Authorship:
- by Marguerite Ogden Wilkinson (née Bigelow) (1883 - 1928) [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 Elinor Remick Warren (1900 - 1991), "Heather", published 1942, copyright © 1942 [ voice and piano ], New York: G. Schirmer [sung text not yet checked]
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