In the scented bud of the morning -- O, When the windy grass went rippling far, I saw my dear one walking slow, In the field where the daises are. We did not laugh [and]1 we did not speak As we wandered [happily]2 to and fro; I kissed my dear on either cheek, In the bud of the morning -- O! A lark sang up from the breezy land, A lark sang down from a cloud afar, As she and I went hand in hand In the field where the daisies are.
Three songs
Song Cycle by Leslie Mann (1923 - 1977)
?. The daisies [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by James Stephens (1882 - 1950), "The daisies", appears in Here are Ladies, first published 1913
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- SPA Spanish (Español) (Mercedes Vivas) , "Las margaritas", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Confirmed with Colum, Padraic, ed., Anthology of Irish Verse, New York, Boni and Liveright, 1922.
1 omitted by Edmunds2 Barber, Edmunds: "happ'ly"
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?. A woman is a branchy tree [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
A woman is a branchy tree And man a singing wind, And from her branches carelessly He takes what he can find : Then wind and man go far away While winter comes with loneliness, With cold and rain and slow decay On woman and on tree till they Droop to the ground again and be A withered woman, a withered tree ; While wind and man woo undismayed Another tree, another maid.
Text Authorship:
- by James Stephens (1882 - 1950), "Wind and tree", appears in The Hill of Vision, first published 1912, rev. 1926
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Language: English
Day by day The sun's broad beam Fades away By a golden gleam ; Hark on the cliff How the sea-gulls scream ! Eve by eve The wind more drear Stays to grieve That the winter's near ; Hark how the crisp leaves Dart and fleer ! Night by night The shade grows dense, And the cold starlight Beams more intense ; Hark how the beggar boy Asks for pence ! Get you out Your muffler grey, Your boots so stout, And your great-coat, pray. And put on your gloves, 'Tis a hardy day.
Text Authorship:
- by James Stephens (1882 - 1950), "This way to Winter", appears in Songs from the Clay, first published 1915
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