Old Hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now; House to which the voice of life shall never more return; Chambers roofless, desolate, where weeds and ivy grow; Windows thru whose broken arches the nightwinds sadly mourn; Home of the departed, the long-departed dead. Old Hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now.
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848) [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 John Mitchell (b. 1941), "The Old Hall", op. 24 no. 9 (1977), from The Earth, the Wind, and the Sky, no. 9. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago
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