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Sidney Lanier Songs

Song Cycle by Bruce Trinkley (b. 1945)

1. The ship of earth
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
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!

Text Authorship:

  • by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "The ship of earth"

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2. Thou and I
 (Sung text)

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.

Text Authorship:

  • by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "Thou and I"

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3. The stirrup‑cup
 (Sung text)

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.

Text Authorship:

  • by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "The stirrup-cup"

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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.

Text 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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5. A song of the future
 (Sung text)

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.

Text Authorship:

  • by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "A song of the future"

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Total word count: 393
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