The scent of bramble fills the air, Amid her folded sheets she lies, The gold of evening in her hair, The blue of morn shut in her eyes. How many a changing moon hath lit The unchanging roses of her face! Her mirror ever broods on it In silver stillness of the days. Oft flits the moth on filmy wings Into his solitary lair; Shrill evensong the cricket sings From some still shadow in her hair. In heat, in snow, in wind, in flood, She sleeps in lovely loneliness, Half-folded like an April bud On winter-haunted trees.
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Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The sleeping beauty", appears in Songs of Childhood, first published 1902 [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 Cecil Armstrong Gibbs (1889 - 1960), "The sleeping beauty", 1922, published 1924 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Cecil Armstrong Gibbs (1889 - 1960), "The sleeping beauty", published 1933 [ soprano, alto, tenor, baritone and piano ], from Songs of Childhood [sung text checked 1 time]
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