O hinder me by no delay, My horse is weary of the way; His breast must stem the tide Whose waves are foaming far and wide. Miles off I heard their thundering roar, As fast as they burst upon the shore; A stronger steed than mine might dread To brave them in their boiling bed. So spoke the traveler, but in vain; The stranger would not turn away; Still she clung to his bridle rein, And still entreated him to stay.
- 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 traveler", op. 24 no. 11 (1977), from The Earth, the Wind, and the Sky, no. 11. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago
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