by Mary Gladys Meredith Webb (1881 - 1927)

Song for autumn
Language: English 
The grape-blue hills are ripe,
A thrill has stirred the aspen's carillon.
You foolish, chattering birds, be still:
My [lover's]1 gone.

Thunder is on the fields and fear,
No thrushes sing,
And no bees hum,
But my heart's belfry rocks.
O hear!
My [lover's]1 come!

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1 Dougherty: "love is"


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Celius Dougherty (1902 - 1986), "Song for autumn", 1962?, published 1962, copyright © 1962 [voice and piano], In Celius Dougherty, 30 Art Songs in Original Keys for Medium/High Voice, G. Schirmer/Hal Leonard, New York, 1962 [ sung text checked 1 time]

Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2019-02-15
Line count: 10
Word count: 45