by John Galsworthy (1867 - 1933)
A Mood
Language: English
Love's a flower, is born and broken, Plucked apace — and hugged apart. Evening comes, it clings — poor token — Dead and dry, on lover's heart. Love's the rhyme of a summer minute Woven close like hum of flies ; Sob of wind, and meaning in it Dies away, as summer dies. Love's a shimmery morning bubble Puffed all gay from pipe of noon ; Spun aloft on breath of trouble — Bursts in air — is gone — too soon !
Confirmed with John Galsworthy, Moods, Songs, & Doggerels, London: William Heinemann, 1912, page 57.
Text Authorship:
- by John Galsworthy (1867 - 1933), "A Mood", appears in Moods, Songs, & Doggerels [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 Ada Galsworthy (d. 1956), "A Mood", published 1913 [ voice and piano ], from Seventeen songs, no. 1, London : Schott & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-07-03
Line count: 12
Word count: 81