Three Hardy Songs

Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)

Word count: 187

?. A Song of Lyonnesse [sung text not yet checked]

 When I set out for Lyonnesse,
   A hundred miles away,
   The rime was on the spray,
 And starlight lit my lonesomeness
 When I set out for Lyonnesse
   A hundred miles away.

 What would bechance at Lyonnesse
   While I should sojourn there
   No prophet durst declare,
 Nor did the wisest wizard guess
 What would bechance at Lyonnesse
   While I should sojourn there.

 When I came back from Lyonnesse
   With magic in my eyes,
   [None managed to surmise
 What meant my godlike gloriousness]1,
 When I came back from Lyonnesse
   With magic in my eyes!

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1 There seem to be two versions of this poem. Finzi and the other version: "All marked with mute surmise / My radiance rare and fathomless" ; Gibbs mixes them: "All marked with mute surmise / What meant my godlike gloriousness"

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?. Foreboding [sung text not yet checked]

 If it's ever spring again,
 Spring again,
 I shall go where went I when
 Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen,
 Seeing me not, amid their flounder,
 Standing with my arm around her;
 If it's ever spring again,
 Spring again,
 I shall go where went I then.

 If it's ever summer-time,
 Summer-time,
 With the hay crop at the prime,
 And the cuckoos - two - in rhyme,
 As they used to be, or seemed to,
 We shall do as long we've dreamed to,
 If it's ever summer-time,
 Summer-time,
 With the hay, and bees achime.

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