The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze Is this, though hot July is at its height, Gone is her gentler music; with delight She listens to this booming like the seas, These elemental, loud necessities Which call to her to answer their swift might. Above the tossing trees shines down a star, Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind, O Star! is filled with your white light, from far, So suffer me this one night to enjoy The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
- by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), "At Night" [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), "At Night", first performed 2013 [mezzo-soprano and piano], from Four Garden Songs, no. 2, confirmed with a concert programme booklet [ sung text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]
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