by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Language: English 
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips,
Or none perceptible.

His small umbrella, quaintly halved,
Describing in the air
An arc alike inscrutable,
Elate philosopher!

Deputed from what firmament
Of what astute abode,
Empowered with what malevolence
Auspiciously withheld.

To his adroit Creator
Ascribe no less the praise;
Beneficent, believe me,
His eccentricities.

Composition:

    Set to music by Ernst Bacon (1898 - 1990), "The bat", alternate title: "Elate philosopher", 1970-4 [ soprano, piano ]

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 63