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Three songs

Song Cycle by Fritz Krull

?. Round us the wild creatures  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Round us the wild creatures, overhead the trees, 
Underfoot the moss-tracks, life and love with these ! 
I to wear a fawn-skin, thou to dress in flowers : 
All the long lone Summer-day, that greenwood life of ours ! 

Rich-pavilioned, rather, still the world without, 
Inside gold-roofed silk-walled silence round about ! 
Queen it thou on purple, I, at watch and ward 
Couched beneath the columns, gaze, thy slave, love's guard ! 

So, for us no world ? Let throngs press thee to me ! 
Up and down amid men, heart by heart fare we ! 
Welcome squalid vesture, harsh voice, hateful face ! 
God is soul, souls I and thou : with souls should souls have place. 

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "The eagle", appears in Ferishtah's Fancies, no. 1, first published 1884

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?. Such a starved bank of moss  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Such a starved bank of moss
Till, that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born!

Sky -- what a scowl of cloud
Till, near and far,
Ray on ray split the shroud:
Splendid, a star!

World -- how it walled about
Life with disgrace,
Till God's own smile came out:
That was thy face! 

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "Apparitions", appears in The Two Poets of Croisic, Prologue, first published 1878

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?. I go to prove my soul  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
     I go to prove my soul!
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive! what time, what circuit first,
I ask not: but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time!

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), no title, appears in Paracelsus, Part I, Scene 2, first published 1835, rev. 1863

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 221
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