Pile high the hickory and the light Log of chestnut struck by the blight. Welcome-in the winter night. The day has gone in hewing and felling, Sawing and drawing wood to the dwelling For the night of talk and story-telling. These are the hours that give the edge To the blunted axe and the bent wedge, Straighten the saw and lighten the sledge. Here are question and reply, And the fire reflected in the thinking eye. So peace, and let the bob-cat cry.
Winter Windows -- 7 songs for Baritone and Piano
Song Cycle by Juliana Hall (b. 1958)
1. Winter night
Text Authorship:
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The snowflake
Before I melt, Come, look at me! This lovely icy filigree! Of a great forest In one night I make a wilderness Of white: By skyey cold Of crystals made, All softly, on Your finger laid, I pause, that you My beauty see: Breathe, and I vanish Instantly.
Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The snowflake"
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Researcher for this page: David Sims [Guest Editor]3. A song
A widow bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough, The frozen wind crept on above; The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground And little motion in the air, Except the mill-wheel's sound.
Text Authorship:
- by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), no title, appears in Charles the First
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- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Píseň"
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Un passero solitario il suo amore lamenta", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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4. The Snow‑Man
What shape is this in cowl of snow? Stiff broom and icy hat? A saffron moon, half-hidden, stares — But what is she staring at? The knocker dangles on the door, But stark as tree and post He blankly eyes the bright green paint, Is silent as a ghost. But wait till belfry midnight strike, And up to the stars is tossed Shrill cockcrow! — then, he’ll gadding go — And, at his heels, Jack Frost: Broom over shoulder, away he’ll go, Finger-tips tingling, nose aglow, Dancing and yodelling through the snow, And, at his heels, Jack Frost!
Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The Snow‑Man"
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Researcher for this page: David Sims [Guest Editor]5. Lully
Nay, ninny, shut those sleepy eyes, The robin from his spray Long since to his cold winter roost Has flown away. Hush, now, and fold those gentle hands; Across the fields the snow Has hidden the bleating sheep from sight, And heaped the hedges through. Wail not so shrill, thou tiny voice; These shadows mean no harm; ’Tis but the flames this wintry night To keep thee safe and warm; Lully, and rest then, pretty soul, Safe on thy mother’s arm.
Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Lully"
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Researcher for this page: David Sims [Guest Editor]6. Winter evening
Over the wintry fields the snow drifts; falling, falling; Its frozen burden filling each hollow. And hark; Out of the naked woods a wild bird calling, On the starless verge of the dark!
Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Winter evening", appears in Inward Companion, first published 1950
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Researcher for this page: David Sims [Guest Editor]7. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening  [sung text not yet checked]
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farm-house near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", written 1922, appears in New Hampshire, first published 1923
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Walter A. Aue) , "Halten am Walde im Abendschnee", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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