A soft day, thank God! A wind from the south With a honey'd mouth; A scent of drenching leaves, Briar and beech and lime, White elderflower and thyme, And the soaking grass smells sweet, Crushed by my two bare feet, While the rain drips, Drips, drips, drips from the eaves. A soft day, thank God! The hills wear a shroud Of silver cloud; The web the spider weaves Is a glittering net; The woodland path is wet, And the soaking earth smells sweet Under my two bare feet, And the rain drips, Drips, drips, drips from the leaves.
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- by Winifred Mary Letts (1882 - 1972) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "A soft day", op. 140 no. 3, published 1913, from A Sheaf of Songs from Leinster, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
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