Thou Ship of Earth, with Death, and Birth, and Life, and Sex aboard, And fires of Desires burning hotly in the hold, I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword At battle on the deck, and the wild mutineers are bold! The dewdrop morn may fall from off the petal of the sky, But all the deck is wet with blood and stains the crystal red. A pilot, God, a pilot! For the helm is left awry, And the best sailors in the ship lie there among the dead!
Sidney Lanier Songs
Song Cycle by Bruce Trinkley (b. 1945)
1. The ship of earth  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "The ship of earth"
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Researcher for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]2. Thou and I  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
So one in heart and thought, I trow, That thou might'st press the strings and I might draw the bow And both would meet in music sweet, Thou and I, I trow.
Authorship:
- by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "Thou and I"
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Researcher for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]3. The stirrup‑cup  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare: Look, how compounded, with what care! Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went, Keats, and Gotama excellent, Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright, And Shakspere for a king-delight. Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt: 'Tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me; I'll drink it down right smilingly.
Authorship:
- by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "The stirrup-cup"
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Researcher for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]4. A ballad of trees and the master  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him--last When out of the woods He came.
Authorship:
- by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "A ballad of trees and the master", appears in Poems of Sidney Lanier, first published 1884
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. A song of the future  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; Sweep lordly o'er the drownèd Past, Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams; Sail fast, sail fast. Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea With news about the Future scent the sea: My brain is beating like the heart of Haste; I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste; Go, trembling song, And stay not long; oh, stay not long: Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove, But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.
Authorship:
- by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "A song of the future"
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