Rose and Alice, Oh, the pretty lassies, With their mouths like a calice And their hair a golden palace- Through my heart like a lovely wind they blow. Though I am black and not comely, Though I am black as the darkest trees, I have swarms of gold that will fly like honey-bees, By the rivers of the sun I will feed my words Until they skip like those fleeced lambs The waterfalls, and the rivers (horned rams), Then for all my darkness I shall be The peacefulness of a lovely tree- A tree wherein the golden birds Are singing in the darkest branches, oh!
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Composition:
- Set to music by William Walton (1902 - 1983), "A man from a far country", from Façade
Text Authorship:
- by Edith Sitwell (1887 - 1964), appears in Façade, first published 1922
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