by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)
Language: English
Sweet after showers, ambrosial air,
That rollest from the gorgeous gloom
Of evening ... fan my brows and blow
The fever from my cheek, and sigh
The full new life that feeds thy breath
Throughout my frame, till Doubt and Death,
Ill brethren, let the fancy fly
From belt to belt of crimson seas
On leagues of odour streaming far,
To where in yonder orient star
A hundred spirits whisper "Peace."
Composition:
- Set to music by Liza Lehmann (1862 - 1918), no title, 1899 [ voice and piano ], from In Memoriam, no. 11
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, written 1849, appears in In Memoriam A. H. H. obiit MDCCCXXXIII, no. 86, first published 1850
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Line count: 16
Word count: 101