Two Duets for Soprano and Contralto

Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)

Word count: 279

?. Clouds [sung text not yet checked]

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.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. 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.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]