Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes Do you hope to see The triumphal march of justice? Do not wait, friend! Take your white beard And your old eyes To more tender lands.
- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900) [author's text not yet checked 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 Lowell Liebermann (b. 1961), "Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground", op. 11 no. 2 (1983) [ baritone and piano or harp, 2 horns, and strings ], from Three Poems of Stephen Crane, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-06-15
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Word count: 54