To outer senses there is peace, A dreamy peace on either hand, Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence where the shadows cease. Save for a cry that echoes shrill From some lone bird disconsolate; A corncrake calling to its mate; The answer from the misty hill. And suddenly the moon withdraws Her sickle from the [lightening]1 skies, And to her sombre cavern flies, Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
Tone-Images , opus 3
by Charles Tomlinson Griffes (1884 - 1920)
1. La Fuite de la Lune  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "La Fuite de la Lune"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Oscar Wilde, Poems, Boston: Robert Brothers, 1881.
1 Griffes: "light'ning"Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Barbara Miller
2. Symphony in yellow  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
An omnibus across the bridge Crawls like a yellow butterfly, And, here and there, a passer-by Shows like a restless little midge. Big barges full of yellow hay, Are moved against the shadowy wharf, And like a yellow silken scarf, The thick fog hangs along the quay. The yellow leaves begin to fade, And flutter from the temple elms, And at my feet the pale green Thames Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Symphony in yellow"
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- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "Sárga szimfónia"
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3. We'll to the woods and gather May  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
We'll to the woods, and gather May Fresh from the footprints of the rain; We'll to the woods at ev'ry vein To drink the spirit of the day. The winds of spring are out at play, The needs of spring in heart and brain. We'll to the woods, and gather May Fresh from the footprints of the rain; The world's too near her end, you say? Hark to the blackbird's mad refrain! It waits for her, the vast Inane? Then, girls, to help her on her way, We'll to the woods and gather May.
Authorship:
- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888
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