by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
Le Jardin Des Tuileries
Language: English
This winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children run Like little things of dancing gold. Sometimes about the painted kiosk The mimic soldiers strut and stride, Sometimes the blue-eyed brigands hide In the bleak tangles of the bosk. And sometimes, while the old nurse cons Her book, they steal across the square, And launch their paper navies where Huge Triton writhes in greenish bronze. And now in mimic flight they flee, And now they rush, a boisterous band - And, tiny hand on tiny hand, Climb up the black and leafless tree. Ah! cruel tree! if I were you, And children climbed me, for their sake Though it be winter I would break Into spring blossoms white and blue!
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Le Jardin Des Tuileries" [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 Michael Linton , "Le Jardin Des Tuileries", 2016-2017 [ bass-baritone and piano ], from Wilde songs, no. 6 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-06-17
Line count: 20
Word count: 130