The little meadow by the sand, Where Tamsin lies, is ringed about With acres of the scented thyme. The salt-wind blows in all that land; The great clouds pass across the skies; Rare wanderers from the ferry climb, One might sleep well enough, no doubt, Where Tamsin lies. Tamsin has sunshine now and wind, And all in life she might not have, The silence and the utter peace That tempest-winnowed spirits find On slopes that front the western wave. The white gulls circle without cease o'er Tamsin's grave.
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- by E. K. (Edmund Kerchever) Chambers (1866 - 1954) [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 Raynor (1909 - 1970), "Lelant", published 1971 [ voice and piano ], from Eleven Songs, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ken Edensor
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