How sweet the silent backward tracings! The wanderings as in dreams - the meditation of old times resumed their loves, joys, persons, voyages. Apple orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms; Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green; The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning; The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun; The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.
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- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), appears in Leaves of Grass [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 Frederick Delius (1862 - 1934), "How sweet the silent backward tracings!", from Songs of Farewell, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
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