Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July -- Where is the Seed -- Where is the Bud -- Where is the May -- Answer Thee -- Me -- Nay -- said the May -- Show me the Snow -- Show me the Bells -- Show me the Jay! Quibbled the Jay -- Where be the Maize -- Where be the Haze -- Where be the Bur? Here -- said the Year --
Summer. Life. Song. -- 1. Summer Songs
by Adolphus Cunningham Hailstork (b. 1941)
2. Answer July [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Unpublished poems of Emily Dickinson
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. As children bid the guest good‑night [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
As children bid the guest good-night, And then reluctant turn, My flowers raise their pretty lips, Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake, Merry that it is morn, My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again.
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow Bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the Bees, from Clover rows Their Hock, and Sherry, draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more!
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1890
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5. Over the fence the strawberries grow [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Over the fence -- Strawberries -- grow -- Over the fence -- I could climb -- if I tried, I know -- Berries are nice! But -- if I stained my Apron -- God would certainly scold! Oh, dear, -- I guess if He were a Boy -- He'd -- climb -- if He could!
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title
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