The yellow poplar leaves have strown Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest Where winter's winds will be unknown; So deep thy rest, So deep thy rest. Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet, If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought I lay aside for passing feet, Thou needest nought, Thou needest, needest nought. The grapes are gather'd from the hills, The wood is piled, the song bird gone, The breath of early evening chills; My love, my love, sleep on; My love, my love, sleep on.
- by Arthur Maquarie (1874 - ?) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953), "Autumn evening", op. 14 (Four Songs) no. 1 (1909/10), published 1910 [voice and piano], London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ted Perry
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