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.
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Authorship:
- by Ethel Clifford (1876 - 1959) [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 Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "The Song by the Mill" [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2022-10-05
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