In the springtime, out of the dew, From my garden, sweet friend, I gather, A garland of verses, or rather A poem of blossoms for you. Oh these songs without words are so true, They are sung in the April weather -- With music and blossoms together -- I gather and weave them for you.
Floral Impressions
Song Cycle by Nika Leoni
1. With a Bunch of Spring Flowers
Text Authorship:
- by Kate Seymour Maclean (1829 - 1916)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Flower‑De‑Luce
Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, Or solitary mere, Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers Its waters to the weir! Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, Thou dost not toil nor spin, But makest glad and radiant with thy presence The meadow and the lin. O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. The Flower at My Window
O! my heart now feels so cheerful as I go with footsteps light In the daily toil of my dear home; And I’ll tell to you the secret that now makes my life so bright — There’s a flower at my window in full bloom. It is radiant in the sunshine, and so cheerful after rain; And it wafts upon the air its sweet perfume. Oft I gaze upon this flower with its blossoms pure and white. And I think as I behold its beauty, While through life we all are passing may our lives be always bright Like this flower at my window in full bloom.
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- by Lucian B. Watkins (1879 - 1921)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. The Fading Flower
There is a chillness in the air — A coldness in the smile of day; There is a flower that yet must fade, And yield its sweetness up to death. Her earthly hope is gone; and now Comes in its place a brighter beam, Leaving upon her snowy brow The impress of a heavenly dream: That she, when her frail body yields, And fades away to mortal eyes, Shall burst through Heaven's eternal fields, And bloom again – in Paradise.
Text Authorship:
- by Will Carleton (1845 - 1912)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Oh rose!
Oh rose! With the Sun you arose Shaking away your sweet and peaceful slumber. You found the meaning of Life In the Light of the rising Sun, And your day has just begun. Oh rose! Look around and you'll see All the flowers in your garden are awake and smiling. Look how hopeful they seem In the Light of the rising Sun, And their day has just begun. Oh rose, Let me stay here with you And see the world around me from your point of view. I feel so happy out here In the Light of the rising Sun, And my day has just begun!
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- by Nika Leoni , copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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