by John Vance Cheney (1848 - 1922)

Language: English 
So fickle are the little winds,
One may not say they blow;
The balanced leaves, they tremble, wait
Not sure which way to go.

So fare my fancies flutt'ring soft,
As out of sleep they start;
The while they think to drift away,
They die upon my heart.

Composition:

    Set to music by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "Summer noon", op. 37 (Six songs) no. 4, published 1901 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, A. P. Schmidt

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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-02
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