by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)
The snowflake
Language: English
See, now, this filigree : 'tis snow, Shaped in the void of heavenly dew ; On winds of space like flower to blow In a wilderness of blue. Black are those pines. The utter cold Hath frozen to silence the birds' green woods. Rime hath ensteeled the wormless mould, A vacant quiet broods. Lo, this entranced thing ! — a breath Of Life that bids Man's heart to crave Still for perfection, ere fall death And earth remains his grave.
Text Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The snowflake", appears in Flora: A Book of Drawings, first published 1919 [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 Norman Auerbach , "The snowflake", published 1968 [ SSAA chorus a cappella ], from Three Choral Songs [sung text not yet checked]
- by William Brocklesby Wordsworth (1908 - 1988), "The snowflake", published 1947 [ high voice and piano ], from Four Songs [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-03-23
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Word count: 77