Three Whitman Songs for mezzo-soprano and viola (or clarinet)

Song Cycle by Rick Sowash (b. 1950)

1. The first dandelion [sung text checked 1 time]

Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass -- innocent, golden, 
    calm as the dawn,
[ ... ]

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2. A noiseless patient spider [sung text checked 1 time]

A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them -- ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, -- seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form'd -- till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

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3. A Farm Picture [sung text checked 1 time]

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.

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Confirmed with Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Philadelphia: David McKay, [c1900].


Researcher for this text: Thomas A. Gregg
Total word count: 158