The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. The names of country, heaven, are changed away For where thou art or shall be, there or here; And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday, (The singing angels know) are only dear Because thy name moves right in what they say.
Song Cycle by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871 - 1937)
1. The face of all the world has changed  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861), no title, appears in Poems, in Sonnets from the Portuguese, no. 7, first published 1850 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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2. In confidence  [sung text checked 1 time]
The sea heard, the deep sad sea Throbb'd with one bitter secret more But set no murm'ring rumor free, By wind or bird to cave or shore The stars saw but no trembling star Of all the wild bewitching train Has ever whisper'd from afar The story of the hopeless pain The night heard: but the silent night Unveils no tears: betrays no sighs She wraps away from sound and sight Despairing hearts and watching eyes What if the night and stars and sea Should but for once their pledge forget And softly breathe alone to thee She loved thee then, she loves thee yet...
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
3. I heard a maid with her guitar  [sung text checked 1 time]
I heard a maid with her guitar, Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind, And set forth rhythmic notes afar From out an arbor vine entwined She knew the god of love was blind And left her white heart gates ajar I heard a maid with her guitar, Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind. But, ah! Love's ears are keen as are The ears of shy pool-haunting hind, And when she closed her bosom's bar She found the god was there enshrined I heard a maid with her guitar, Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind.
- by Clinton Scollard (1860 - 1932) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
4. The year's at the spring  [sung text checked 1 time]
The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven -- All's right with the world!
- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), no title, appears in Pippa Passes [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Denise Ritter Bernardini) , "L'anno in primavera", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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5. Come what will, you are mine today  [sung text checked 1 time]
Come what will, you are mine today While the woodbirds sing, and the world is gay You are mine for a moment, come what may. But how will it be when the sun's away Where shall we go when the swallows fly What shall we do when the roses die? You are mine today, or you smile, or you sigh But how will it be in the by and by? You are mine today in your grace full grown To clasp and kiss and to call my own But how will it be when the rain comes down When the birds are mute and the woods are brown You are mine today with your secret told The flow'r whose leaves I have watch'd unfold But how will it be when the wind is cold? What shall we do when we both grow old? You are mine today while our hearts beat high Though the sun be setting, I care not, I! There are other lands where swallows fly There is still next year when the roses die There are other lands where the swallows fly You are mine today, you are mind today While our hearts, our hearts beat high.