Above the quiet dock in midnight Tangled in the tall mast's corded height Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away Is but a child's balloon forgotten after play.
Song Cycle by Peter Racine Fricker (b. 1920)
1. Above the dock  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883 - 1917), "Above the dock" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
2. The embankment  [sung text not yet checked]
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.) Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy, In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement. Now see I That warmth's the very stuff of poesy. Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
- by Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883 - 1917), "The embankment" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]