In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms red and white, O merrily the throstle sings! My love first came into my sight, O perfect vision of delight, O the glad dove has golden wings! The yellow apples glowed like fire, O merrily the throstle sings! O Love too great for lip or lyre, Blown rose of love and of desire, O the glad dove has golden wings! But now with snow the tree is grey, Ah, sadly now the throstle sings! My love is dead: ah! well-a-day, See at her silent feet I lay A dove with broken wings! Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain - Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!
Golden Apples (Oscar Wilde)
by Derek Healey (b. 1936)
1. From Spring Days to Winter  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "From Spring Days to Winter", subtitle: "For Music"
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Language: English
The lily's withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last wood-pigeon coos and calls. The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter, -- hour by hour. Pale privet-petals white as milk Are blown into a snowy mass: The roses lie upon the grass Like little shreds of crimson silk.
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Le Jardin"
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- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "Le jardin"
Appeared in Our Continent, Feb. 1882 as one of the Impressions
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3. Theocritus  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
O Singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee Where Amaryllis lies in state; O singer of Persephone! Simaetha calls on Hecate And hears the wild dogs at the gate; Dost thou remember Sicily? Still by the light and laughing sea Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate: O Singer of Persephone! And still in boyish rivalry Young Daphnis challenges his mate: Dost thou remember Sicily? Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee, For thee the jocund shepherds wait, O Singer of Persephone! Dost thou remember Sicily?
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Theocritus", subtitle: "A villanelle"
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Language: English
A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own love To hang upon a tree. For you a House of Ivory (Roses are white in the rose-bower)! A narrow bed for me to lie (White, O white, is the hemlock flower)! Myrtle and jessamine for you (O the red rose is fair to see)! For me the cypress and the rue (Fairest of all is rose-mary)! For you three lovers of your hand (Green grass where a man lies dead)! For me three paces on the sand (Plant lilies at my head)!
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Chanson"
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Language: English
Was this His coming! I had hoped to see A scene of wondrous glory, as was told Of some great God who in a rain of gold Broke open bars and fell on Danae: Or a dread vision as when Semele Sickening for love and unappeased desire Prayed to see God's clear body, and the fire Caught her brown limbs and slew her utterly: With such glad dreams I sought this holy place, And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand Before this supreme mystery of Love: Some kneeling girl with passionless pale face, An angel with a lily in his hand, And over both the white wings of a Dove.
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Ave Maria Gratia Plena"
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