The lily's withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last wood-pigeon coos and calls. The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter, -- hour by hour. Pale privet-petals white as milk Are blown into a snowy mass: The roses lie upon the grass Like little shreds of crimson silk.
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- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Le jardin", from Our Continent, Feb. 1882 as one of the "Impressions" [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 Charles Tomlinson Griffes (1884 - 1920), "Le jardin", A. 38 (1915), published 1970 [ soprano or tenor and piano ], from Four Impressions, no. 1 [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Harold Vincent Jervis-Read (1883 - 1945), "The garden", published 1911 [ voice and piano ], from Four Impressions, also set in a German translation by Maurice Fanshawe [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "Le jardin"
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