Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A little rift through. The hill climbs to heaven, Far away and blue.
Two September Songs
Song Cycle by Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953)
1. Through the sunny garden
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Mary Coleridge (1861 - 1907), no title, appears in Poems, in Chillingham, no. 1, first published 1907
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry2. The Valley and the Hill
Language: English
O the high valley, the little low hill,
And the cornfield over the sea,
The wind that rages and then lies still,
And the clouds that rest and flee!
O the grey island in the rainbow haze,
And the long thin spits of land,
The roughening pastures and the stony ways,
And the golden flash of the sand!
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O the brown bracken, the black-berry bough,
The scent of the gorse in the air!
I shall love them ever as I love them now,
I shall weary in Heaven to be there!
Text Authorship:
- by Mary Coleridge (1861 - 1907), no title, appears in Poems, in Chillingham, no. 2, first published 1907
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