What though the first pure snowdrop wilt and die? What though the cuckoo, having come, is gone? Clouds cold with gloom assail the sun-sweet sky, And night's dark curtains tell that day is done? - This is our earthly fate. Howe'er we range, Life and its dust are in perpetual change. What though, then, Sweet, as welling time wins on, The early roses in thy cheeks shall ail? When they have bloomed, it's not thyself shall wan, Nor for lost music shall thy heart-strings fail. That self's thine own. And all that age can bring Love will make lovely. Then another Spring!
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Lennox Randal Francis Berkeley, Sir (1903 - 1989), "Another Spring", op. 93 no. 1b (1977), published 1978 [ medium voice and piano ], from Another Spring, op. 93 no. 1, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
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