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The strong, the strange, and the humble

by Joel Balzun (b. 1990)

1. Since your love died  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I know what my heart is like
    Since your love died: 
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
    Left there by the tide, 
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "Ebb", appears in Second April, first published 1921

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

2. I will be the gladdest thing  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun,
I will touch a hundred flowers
And [not pick one.]1

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine
And then start down.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), appears in Renascence and Other Poems, first published 1917

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1 Grier: "pick not one."

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

3. Grey (The little tavern)  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I'll keep a little tavern
    Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
    May set them down and rest.	

There shall be plates a-plenty,
    And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
    Who happen up the hill.
 
There sound will sleep the traveller,
    And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
    The falling fire to tend.

Aye, 'tis a curious fancy --
    But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
    A long time ago.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "Tavern", appears in Renascence and Other Poems, first published 1917

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

4. The railroad track  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
The railroad track is miles away,
  And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
  But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
  Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
  And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
  And better friends I'll not be knowing,
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
  No matter where it's going.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), appears in Second April, first published 1921

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Researcher for this page: Victoria Brago

5. What path I take  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care,
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere!

It's little I know what's in my heart,
What's in my mind it's little I know,
But there's that in me must up and start,
And it's little I care where my feet go!

I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place,
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Or the roof of a house, or the eyes of a face.

I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.

But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it's little enough I care,
And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.

"Is something the matter, dear," she said,
"That you sit at your work so silently?"
"No, mother, no — 'twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle — I'll make the tea."

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "Departure", appears in The Harp-Weaver and other poems, first published 1923

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

6. Love has gone and left me  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
   Eat I must, and sleep I will, -- and would that night were here!
But ah! -- to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
   Would that it were day again! -- with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
   This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, --
   There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, -- and the neighbors knock and borrow,
   And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, --
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
   There's this little street and this little house.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "Ashes of Life", appears in Renascence and Other Poems, first published 1917

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 613
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