by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Little Ella
Language: English 
Little Ella, fairest, dearest 
Unto me and unto mine, 
Earthly cherub coming nearest 
To my dreams of forms divine: 

Her brief absence frets and pains me, 
Her bright presence solace brings, 
Her spontaneous love restrains me 
From a thousand selfish things. 

Little Ella moveth lightly 
Like a graceful fawn at play, 
Like a brooklet running brightly 
In the genial smile of May, 

Like a breeze upon the meadows 
All besprent with early flowers. 
Like a bird mid sylvan shadows 
In the golden summer hours. 

Little Ella brings a blessing 
With her bright and winning smile, 
With her frank and fond caressing 
And her prattle free from guile. 

When I hear her footsteps bounding, 
In the hall or through the grove, 
And her voice with joy resounding, 
Tis the music that I love.

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 24
Word count: 132