Under the long dark boughs, like jewels red In the hair of an Eastern girl Hang strings of crimson cherries, as if had bled Blood-drops beneath each curl. Under the glistening cherries, with folded wings Three dead birds lie: Pale-brested throstles and a blackbird, robberlings Stained with red dye. Against the haystack a girl stands laughing at me, With cherries hung round her ears. Offering me her scarlet fruit: I will see If she has any tears.
Three Romances
by Olli Kortekangas (b. 1955)
1. Cherry Robbers  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885 - 1930)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Green  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
The dawn was apple-green, The sky was green wine held up in the sun, The moon was a golden petal between. She opened her eyes, and green They shone like flowers undone For the first time, now for the first time seen.
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- by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885 - 1930)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Old Song  [sung text checked 1 time]
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The day is ending, the night descending, the heart is frozen, the spirit dead; but the moon is wending her way, attending to other things that are left unsaid.
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- by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885 - 1930)
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