Three Songs

Song Cycle by Melville Smith (b. 1898)

?. Lost [sung text not yet checked]

Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes.

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?. A teamster's farewell [sung text not yet checked]

Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs,
The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs.
The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy haunches,
Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle,
The smash of the iron hoof on the stones,
All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street --
O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.

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?. Sketch [sung text not yet checked]

The shadows of the ships
Rock on the crest
In the low blue lustre
Of the tardy and the soft inrolling tide.
 
A long brown bar at the dip of the sky
Puts an arm of sand in the span of salt.
 
The lucid and endless wrinkles
Draw in, lapse and withdraw.
Wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles
Wash on the floor of the beach.
 
Rocking on the crest
In the low blue lustre
Are the shadows of the ships.

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Total word count: 190