by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937)
To his love
Language: English
He's gone and all our plans are useless indeed. We'll walk no more on Cotswold where the sheep feed quietly and take no heed. His body that was so quick is not as you knew it, on Severn river under the blue driving our small boat through. You would not know him now... but still he died nobly, so cover him over with violets of pride Purple from Severn side. Cover him, cover him soon! and with thickset masses of memoried flowers hide that red wet thing I must forget.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Hugill , "To his love" [ baritone and piano ], from Four Songs to Texts by Ivor Gurney, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2018-05-18
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Word count: 90