by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

Language: English 
I know not how it falls on me, 
This summer evening, hushed and lone; 
Yet the faint wind comes soothingly 
With something of an olden tone.

Forgive me if I've shunned so long 
Your gentle greeting, earth and air! 
But sorrow withers even the strong, 
And who can fight against despair?

Composition:

    Set to music by Ernst Bacon (1898 - 1990), "Gentle greeting", 194-?, published 1952 [ voice, piano ], from Quiet Airs, no. 2

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