by Francis Ledwidge (1891 - 1917)
In September
Language: English
Still are the meadowlands, and still Ripens the upland corn, And over the brown gradual hill The moon has dipped a horn. The voices of the dear unknown With silent hearts now call, My rose of youth is overblown And trembles to the fall. My song forsakes me like the birds That leave the rain and grey, I hear the music of the words My lute can never say.
Text Authorship:
- by Francis Ledwidge (1891 - 1917), "In September" [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), "In September", op. 269 (1950) [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-04-25
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Word count: 69