by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
For the lands See original
Language: English
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself, Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields, Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee, Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart, Tuning a verse for thee. O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice! O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths! O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb! A song to narrate thee.
Composition:
- Set to music by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "For the lands", 1925 [ voice and piano ]
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Leaves of Grass, in A Carol of Harvest, for 1867, no. 2
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Word count: 83