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by Ethel Clifford (1876 - 1959)

The Song by the Mill
Language: English 
The wheel turns, and the water falls;
shall we not linger here and rest?
The sun, grown weary of the day,
has lit his campfires in the West,
and far away a late bird calls.

The wheel turns, and the shadows fall
from off Time's spindle; you and I, 
shall we have woven a cloth of gold,
to make Love brave in, ere we die
or grow too old to hear him call?

The wheel turns, and the water falls.
The singing stream that knew the hill
leaps to the wheel and, broken there,
goes coursing onwards, singing still,
and hasting where the deep sea calls.

The wheel stops. See, the shadows fall,
the sleeping sun no beacon shows.
Belov'd we too, even as the stream,
have known the breaking wheel it knows,
but hold our dream till death shall call.


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

Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2022-10-05
Line count: 20
Word count: 141