by Harold Monro (1879 - 1932)
The fresh air moves like water round a...
Language: English
The fresh air moves like water round a boat. The white clouds wander. Let us wander too. The whining, wavering plover flap and float. That crow is flying after that cuckoo. Look! Look! . . . they're gone. What are the great trees calling? Just come a little farther, by that edge Of green, to where the stormy ploughland, falling Wave upon wave, is lapping to the hedge. Oh, what a lovely bank! Give me your hand. Lie down and press your heart against the ground. Let us both listen till we understand Each through the other, every natural sound . . . I can't hear anything today, can you, But, far and near: "Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
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- by Harold Monro (1879 - 1932) [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 John (Nicholson) Ireland (1879 - 1962), "Earth's call", alternate title: "A Sylvan Rhapsody", published 1918. [alto and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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