by James Weldon Johnson (1871 - 1938)
The Glory of the Day was in Her Face
Language: English
The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes. And over all her loveliness, the grace Of Morning blushing in the early skies. And in her voice, the calling of the dove; Like music of a sweet, melodious part. And in her smile, the breaking light of love; And all the gentle virtues in her heart. And now the glorious day, the beauteous night, The birds that signal to their mates at dawn, To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sight Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.
Text Authorship:
- by James Weldon Johnson (1871 - 1938), "The Glory of the Day was in Her Face", appears in Fifty years & other poems, first published 1917 [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 Harry Thacker Burleigh (1866 - 1949), "The Glory of the Day was in Her Face", published 1915 [ medium voice and piano ], from Passionale, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Dorothy Rudd Moore (1940 - 2022), "The Glory of the Day was in Her Face", 1990 [ tenor and piano ], from Flowers of Darkness, no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Florence Bea Price (1887 - 1953), "The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face" [ soprano, piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-07-06
Line count: 12
Word count: 100