I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight Or winding, soon or late; They can not choose. Many a road and track That, since the dawn's first crack Up to the forest brink Deceived the travellers, Suddenly now blurs, And in they sink. Here love ends --- Despair, ambition ends; All pleasure and all trouble, Although most sweet or bitter, Here ends, in sleep that is sweeter Than tasks most noble. There is not any book Or face of dearest look That I would not turn from now To go into the unknown I must enter, and leave, alone, I know not how. The tall forest towers: Its cloudy foliage lowers Ahead, shelf above shelf: Its silence I hear and obey That I may lose my way And myself.
I. Gurney sets stanzas 1, 3-4
- by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917), "Lights out" [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 Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "Lights out", published 1926, stanzas 1,3-4, from Lights Out, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
- by Robin Holloway (b. 1943), "Lights out", op. 24 no. ?, published 1974 [baritone and piano], from Lights Out: Four Poems of Edward Thomas for Baritone and Piano [text not verified]
- by Elaine Hugh-Jones (b. 1927), "Lights out", 2011 [voice and piano], from Strange Journey: Songs of Edward Thomas, no. 5. [text not verified]
- by Anthony Payne (b. 1936), "Lights out" [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: David Kenneth Smith
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