The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose. 'T is reckless prodigality which throws Into the night these wafts of rich perfume Which sweep across the garden like a plume. Over the trees a single bright star glows. Dear garden of my childhood, here my years Have run away like little grains of sand; The moments of my life, its hopes and fears Have all found utterance here, where now I stand; My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears, You are my home, do you not understand?
- by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), "The Fruit Garden Path" [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 Alec Roth (b. 1948), "The Fruit Garden Path", first performed 2013 [mezzo-soprano and piano], from Four Garden Songs, no. 1, confirmed with a concert programme booklet [ sung text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2018-01-30
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