The dim-winged spirits of the night Do fear and serve me well. They creep from out the hedges of The garden where I dwell. I wave my arms across the walk. The troops obey the sign, And bring me shimmering shadow-robes And cups of cowslip-wine. Then dig a treasure called the moon, A very precious thing, And keep it in the air for me Because I am a King.
- by Vachel Lindsay (1879 - 1931), "What the scarecrow said" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Jake Heggie (b. 1961), "What the Scarecrow Said ", 1998, first performed 1998 [ voice and piano ], from Songs to the Moon, Part 1: "Fairy-Tales for the Children", no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Jane Spencer Mills Mills
This text was added to the website: 2018-03-10
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