Far in the inland valleys, The Spring her secret tells; The roses lift on the bushes, The lilies shake their bells. To a lily of the valley A white rose leans from above "Little white flower o'the valley, Come up and be my love." To the lily of the valley A speedwell whispers, "No! Where the roses live are thorns, 'Tis safe below." The lily clomb to the rose-bush, A thorn in her side: The white rose has wedded a red rose, And the lily died.
Twenty-Five Songs in Five Sets of Five Each: Set IV , opus 70
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
1. White rose [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), "White rose", appears in Poems, first published 1912
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2. Nightingale Lane [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Down through the thicket, out of the hedges,
A ripple of music singeth a tune . . .
Like water that falls
From mossy ledges
With a soft low croon:
Soon
It will cease!
No, it falls but to rise -- but to rise -- but to rise!
It is over the thickets, it leaps in the trees,
It swims like a star in the purple-black skies!
Ah, once again,
With its rapture and pain,
The nightingale singeth under the moon!
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), "Nightingale Lane", appears in Poems, first published 1912
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3. Triad [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
From the Silence of Time, Time's Silence borrow. In the heart of To-day is the word of Tomorrow. The Builders of joy are the Children of Sorrow.
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), "Triad", appears in Poems, first published 1912
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4. The summer wind [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The bugling of the summer wind Is sweet upon the hill : I love to hear its eddies The heather-crannies fill. It plays upon the bracken A blithe fanfarronade : And thro' the moss-cups whistleth "The Fairy Raid." It leaps from birch to rowan, And laugheth long and loud, Then with a spring is vanished, And rideth on a cloud!
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), "The summer wind", appears in Poems, first published 1912
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5. The Sun Lord [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Low laughing, blithely scorning -- Beware, beware, of flaming wings, Love hunts thee down the morning! His white feet dip i' the hillside springs, He mocks thy flying terror! The woodland with his laughter rings! He'll make thee his slave to follow, Nor shall he forgive thee, maid, thine error, Who spied thee hid in the hollow'. Too late, too late the warning! Behold the flash of flaming wings--- Love hath thee now i' the morning!
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), "The Sun Lord", appears in Poems, first published 1912
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