by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)
Winter
Language: English
In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane The redbreast looks in vain For hips and haws, Lo, shining flowers upon my window pane The silver pencil of the winter draws. When all the snowy hill And the bare woods are still; When snipes are silent in the frozen bogs, And all the garden garth is whelmed in mire, Lo, by the hearth, the laughter of the logs – More fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!
Confirmed with The Collected Poems of Robert Louis Stevenson, edited by Roger C. Lewis, Edinburgh University Press, 2003.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894), "Winter" [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 John Theodore Livingston Raynor (1909 - 1970), "Winter", op. 47 (1944) [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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