by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
The little red lark See original
Language: English
Oh swan of slenderness, Dove of tenderness, Jewel of joys, arise! The little red lark, Like a soaring spark Of song to his sunburst flies. But till thou'rt risen Earth is a prison Full of my lonesome sighs; Then awake and discover To thy fond lover The morn of thy matchless eyes. The dawn is dark to me. Hark! o hark to me, Pulse of my heart, I pray! And out of thy hiding With blushes gliding Dazzle me with thy day. Ah, then, once more to thee Flying I'll pour to thee Passion so sweet and gay. The lark shall listen, And dewdrops glisten, Laughing on ev'ry spray.
Composition:
- Set to music by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The little red lark", published [1882?] [ voice and piano ], from Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 1, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "The little red lark", appears in Irish Songs and Ballads, in Songs and Ballads, first published 1880
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