My Fancy loves to play with Clouds That hour by hour can change Heaven's face; For I am sure of my delight, In green or stony place. Sometimes they on tall mountains pile Mountains of silver, twice as high; And then they break and lie like rocks All over the wide sky. And then I see flocks very fair; And sometimes, near their fleeces white, Are small, black lambs that soon will grow And hide their mothers quite. Sometimes, like little fishes, they Are all one size, and one great shoal; Sometimes they like big sailing ships Across the blue sky roll. Sometimes I see small Cloudlets tow Big, heavy Clouds across those skies -- Like little Ants that carry off Dead Moths ten times their size. Sometimes I see at morn bright Clouds That stand so still, they make me stare; It seems as they had trained all night To make no motion there.
Two Duets for Soprano and Contralto
Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)
?. Clouds  [sung text not yet checked]
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "Clouds", appears in Farewell to Poesy and Other Pieces, first published 1910 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
?. The green tent  [sung text not yet checked]
Summer has spread a cool, green tent Upon the bare poles of this tree; Where 'tis a joy to sit all day, And hear the small bird's melody; To see the sheep stand bolt upright, Nibbling at grass almost their height. And much I marvel now how men Can waste their fleeting days in greed; That one man should desire more gold Than twenty men should truly need; For is not this green tent more sweet Than any chamber of the great? This tent, at which I spend my day, Was made by Nature's cost, not mine; And when night comes, and I must sleep, No matter if my room be fine Or common, for Content and Health Can sleep without the power of Wealth.
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The green tent", appears in Farewell to Poesy and Other Pieces, first published 1910 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]