Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind That shakes the naked shadows on the ground, Making a key-board of the earth to strike From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound, Bear witness for me that I loved my life, All things that hurt me and all things that healed, And that I swore it this day in March, Here at the edge of this new-broken field. You only knew me, tell them I was glad For every hour since my hour of birth, And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared, The last complete reunion with the earth.
Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Dark of The Moon, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1926, page 90.
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "On a March Day", appears in Dark of the Moon, in The Flight, first published 1926 [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 John Woods Duke (1899 - 1984), "On a March day", 1947, published 1949 [low voice and piano], Boosey & Hawkes [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Par un jour de marche", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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