by Edward Shanks (1892 - 1953)
Dover's Hill
Language: English
From this hill where the air's so clear We can see away and away, And the villages, far as near, Shine in the lucid day. On rough short grass we tread And thistles bend at our feet And a lark sings overhead And the clouds are white and fleet. The wind is strong in our faces, It drives us, we veer and yield, And a broken thistle-top races Over the tossing field; But below, as we look around, The deep long plains appear Like a lost country drowned In a tranquil flood of air, Whence now and again there rises To the listener on this shore The muffled sound of the voices Of bells that ring once more.
Authorship:
- by Edward Shanks (1892 - 1953), "Dover's Hill", appears in The Island of Youth, first published 1921 [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), "Dover's Hill", 1920. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-03-21
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Word count: 118