Two Plaints

Song Cycle by Carl Deis (1883 - 1960)

?. The waning  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
It is autumn; not without
    But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
    It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
    Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
    Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves
    Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
    Comes no murmur from the mill.

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