by Henry Vaughan (1622 - 1695)
The fountain
Language: English
The unthrift sun shot vital gold, A thousand, thousand pieces; And heav'n its azure did unfold Chequer'd with snowy fleeces; The air was all in spice, And ev'ry bush A garland wore: Thus fed my eyes, But all the earth lay hush, Only a little fountain lent Some use for ears, And on the dumb shades language spent, The music of her tears.
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Vaughan (1622 - 1695) [author's text not yet checked 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 Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934), "The fountain", op. 71 no. 2 (1914). [SATB chorus] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 13
Word count: 63