by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)
England
Language: English
No lovelier hills than thine have laid My tired thoughts to rest: No peace of lovelier valleys made Like peace within my breast. Thine are the woods whereto my soul, Out of the noontide beam, Flees for a refuge green and cool And tranquil as a dream. Thy breaking seas like trumpets peal; Thy clouds how oft have I Watched their bright towers of silence steal Into infinity! My heart within me faints to roam In thought even far from thee: Thine be the grave whereto I come, And thine my darkness be.
Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "England", from Poems, first published 1906 [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 David Arditti (b. 1964), "England", op. 11 no. 3 (1996), from Three Poems of Walter de la Mare, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Owen Mase (1892 - 1973), "England" [ unison chorus and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Bernice A. Rodewald (b. 1928), "England", 1949 [ satb chorus and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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