by Alexander Posey (1873 - 1908)
Midsummer
Language: English
I see the millet combing gold
From summer sun,
In hussar caps, all day;
And brown quails run
Far down the dusty way,
Fly up and whistle from the wold;
Sweet delusions on the mountains,
Of hounds in chase,
Beguiling every care
Of life apace,
Though only fevered air
That trembles, and dies in mounting.
Confirmed with The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey, collected and arranged by Mrs. Minnie H. Posey, Topeka, Kansas, 1910.
Text Authorship:
- by Alexander Posey (1873 - 1908), "Midsummer" [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 David Knaggs , "Midsummer", 2006 [ soprano and piano ], from Six songs for voice and piano, poetry by Alexander Posey (1873-1908), no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-05-20
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Word count: 55