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Three Poems of Thomas Hardy

Song Cycle by Carl J. Kittleson (b. 1920)

?. Weathers  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
 This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
	And so do I;
 When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
	And nestlings fly;
 And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
 And they sit outside at "The Traveller's Rest",
 And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
 And citizens dream of the south and west,
	And so do I.

 This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
	And so do I;
 When beeches drip in browns and duns,
	And thresh and ply;
 And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
 And meadow rivulets overflow,
 And drops on gate bars hang in a row,
 And rooks in families homeward go,
	And so do I.

Text Authorship:

  • by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "Weathers"

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First published in Good Housekeeping, London, May 1922


Researcher for this page: Ted Perry

?. The seasons of her year  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Winter is white on turf and tree,
And birds are fled;
But summer songsters pipe to me,
And petals spread,
For what I dreamt of secretly
His lips have said!

O 'tis a fine May morn, they say,
And blooms have blown;
But wild and wintry is my day,
My birds make moan;
For he who vowed leaves me to pay
Alone -- alone!

Text Authorship:

  • by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "The seasons of her year", appears in Poems of the Past and Present, first published 1902

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. The faithful swallow  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
When summer shone
Its sweetest on
An August day,
"Here evermore,"
I said, "I'll stay;
Not go away
To another shore
As fickle they!"

December came:
'Twas not the same!
I did not know
Fidelity
Would serve me so.
Frost, hunger, snow;
And now, ah me,
Too late to go!

Text Authorship:

  • by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "The faithful swallow", appears in Human Shows, Far Phantasies, Songs, and Trifles, first published 1925

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 220
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