As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush musichark! Now it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the night, Though it could still sing. The last of the light of the sun That had died in the west Still lived for one song more In a thrushs breast. Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for the stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadnt been.
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Text Authorship:
- by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), "Come in", appears in A Further Range [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 Ned Rorem (1923 - 2022), "Come In", 1997, published 1999, from Evidence of Things Not Seen, no. 31 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Randall Thompson (1899 - 1984), "Come In", published 1959 [ SSA chorus and piano ], from Frostiana [sung text not yet checked]
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