Night Mist
Language: English
A cold and passionless white mist Creeps out of my heart And twines itself about the moon, And slipping down a silver ray Turns into foam To splash and rise again in glist'ning spray. This spectre breath was born but late When passion cooled, Released his last salt waves within - As when the sea looses her tide Frees frantic waves To play and splash in spray upon her side. In and out among the clouds It plays itself - 'Til finding one last burning star Quenching the flame, and leaving instead Cold ashes there - It whispers to my heart that love is dead!
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John M. Klein (b. 1915), "Night Mist", published 1945 [medium voice and piano], New York: Associated Music Publishers, Inc. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-04-18
Line count: 18
Word count: 105