Where be you going, you Devon Maid? And what have ye there in the Basket? Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it? ... I'll put your Basket all safe in the nook, Your shawl I'll hang up on the willow, And we will sigh in the daisy's eye And kiss on the grass green pillow. I love your hills, and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating -- But O, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating! ...
Two Songs
by Frank Bridge (1879 - 1941)
1. The Devon maid
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "The Devon maid", subtitle: "Stanzas Sent in a Letter to B. R. Haydon"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Richard Flatter) , "Der Korb", appears in Die Fähre, Englische Lyrik aus fünf Jahrhunderten, first published 1936
2. Go not, happy day
Language: English
Go not, happy day,
From the shining fields,
Go not, happy day.
Till the maiden yields.
Rosy is the West,
Rosy is the South,
Roses are her cheeks,
And a rose her mouth.
When the happy Yes
Falters from her lips,
Pass and blush the news
Over glowing ships.
Over blowing seas,
Over seas at rest,
Pass the happy news,
Blush it thro' the West;
...
Blush from West to East,
Blush from East to West,
Till the West is East,
Blush it thro' the West.
Rosy is the West,
Rosy is the South,
Roses are her cheeks.
And a rose her mouth.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), appears in Maud, Part 1, no. 17
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