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Three Choruses on Poems by Emily Dickinson

Song Cycle by Paul Schwartz (1907 - 1999)

?. The butterfly  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy,
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology.
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat,
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute.
Had he the homely scutcheon of modest Industry,
'T were fitter certifying for Immortality.

Text Authorship:

  • by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in The Single Hound, first published 1914

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?. Answer July  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Answer July --
Where is the Bee --
Where is the Blush --
Where is the Hay? 

Ah, said July --
Where is the Seed --
Where is the Bud --
Where is the May --
Answer Thee -- Me --

Nay -- said the May --
Show me the Snow --
Show me the Bells --
Show me the Jay! 

Quibbled the Jay --
Where be the Maize --
Where be the Haze --
Where be the Bur? 
Here -- said the Year --

Text Authorship:

  • by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Unpublished poems of Emily Dickinson

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?. Split the lark  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Split the lark and you'll find the music,
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled,
Scantily dealt to the summer morning,
Saved for your ear when lutes be old.

Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush, reserved for you;
Scarlet experiment! sceptic Thomas,
Now, do you doubt that your bird was true?

Text Authorship:

  • by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1896

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Total word count: 164
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