White phlox and white hydrangeas, High, thin clouds, A low, warm sun. So it is this afternoon, But the phlox will be a drift of petals, And the hydrangeas stained and fallen Before you come again. I cannot look at the flowers, Nor the lifting leaves of the trees. Without you, there is no garden, No bright colours, No shining leaves. There is only space, Stretching endlessly forward - And I walk, bent, unseeing, Waiting to catch the first faint scuffle Of withered leaves.
- by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), "Left Behind" [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), "Left Behind", first performed 2013 [mezzo-soprano and piano], from Four Garden Songs, no. 3, 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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