by Harrison Smith Morris (1856 - 1948)
June
Language: English
When the bubble moon is young, Down the sources of the breeze, Like a yellow lantern hung In the tops of blackened trees, There is promise she will grow Into beauty unforetold, Into all unthought-of gold. Heigh ho! When the Spring has dipped her foot, Like a bather, in the air, And the ripples warm the root Till the little flowers dare, There is promise she will grow Sweeter than the Springs of old, Fairer than was ever told. Heigh ho! But the moon of middle night, Risen, is the rounded moon; And the Spring of budding light Eddies into just a June. Ah, the promise - was it so? Nay, the gift was fairy gold; All the new is over-old. Heigh ho!
Authorship:
- by Harrison Smith Morris (1856 - 1948), "June" [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 Alexander MacFadyen (1879 - 1936), "June" [sung text not yet checked]
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