Four poems from Heine's New Spring

Song Cycle by George Frederick Boyle (1886 - 1948)

1. Was once an ancient monarch  [sung text not yet checked]

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Was once an ancient monarch,
 Heavy his heart, his locks were gray,
This poor and aged monarch
 Took a wife so young and gay.

Was once a page-boy handsome,
 With lightsome heart and curly hair,
The silken train he carried
 Of the queen so young and fair.

Dost know the old, old story?
 It sounds so sweet, so sad to tell --
Both were obliged to perish,
 They loved each other too well.

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2. The butterfly is in love with the rose  [sung text not yet checked]

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The Butterfly is in love with the Rose
    And hovers around her alway,
But a golden Sunbeam loves him again,
    And flutters around him all day.
 
But tell me, with whom is the Rose in love?
    That would I know soonest by far;
Or is it the singing Nightingale?
    Or the silent Evening Star?
 
I know not with whom is the Rose in love;
    But I love you all as ye are:
The Butterfly, Sunbeam, and Nightingale,
    The Rose, and the Evening Star.

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3. The dreaming waterlily  [sung text not yet checked]

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The dreaming water-lily
 From the lake looks up above;
The moon looks down upon her,
 All full of the woes of love.

Ashamed, she droops her head, then,
 Again in the waves so blue,
And lo! at her feet she sees there
 The lover so pale and true.

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6. The elves' ride
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In the forest moonbeam-brightened,
Late last night the elves were riding,
Horns and silver bells resounded
As their throng went past me gliding.

From the foreheads of their horses
Golden antlers were extending,
Swiftly, through the air, like swan-birds
They their rapid way were wending.

Graciously the elf queen beckoned,
On her palfrey backward leaning; --
Did she smile at my new passion,
Or was doom and death her meaning?

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