Now the mountaintop all purple Rises thro' a mist of silver, While the moon, a disc of cobwebs, Shining in the pallid heavens, Ghostlike thro' the evening shadows. Now the lofty eucalyptus Stretches forth its chalky branches Toward the lovely, lustred heavens, While the drowsy westwind sighing Sings the theme of lamentation.
Two Songs , opus 100
by Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944)
1. A mirage  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
2. Stella viatoris  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Dun grows the sky; The cloudrack dark In the west hangs low. The wind moans by; The bare trees ply their futile weaving Sad and slow; But o'er the east The grim clouds part A fleece of white, A space of blue Aloft, afar, There's a single star, Like the kindness of God Shining thro'.
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