by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917)
It rains
Language: English
It rains, and nothing stirs within the fence Anywhere through the orchard's untrodden, dense Forest of parsley. The great diamonds Of rain on the grassblades there is none to break, Or the fallen petals further down to shake. And I am nearly as happy as possible To search the wilderness in vain though well, To think of two walking, kissing there, Drenched, yet forgetting the kisses of the rain: Sad, too, to think that never, never again, Unless alone, so happy shall I walk In the rain. When I turn away, on its fine stalk Twilight has fined to naught, the parsley flower Figures, suspended still and ghostly white, The past hovering as it revisits the light.
Authorship:
- by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917), "It rains" [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 Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "It rains", 1920-1922 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Ian Venables (b. 1955), "It Rains", op. 33 (Six Songs) no. 2 (2000), first performed 2000 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-17
Line count: 15
Word count: 117