by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod
The tide was dark an' heavy with the
Language: English
The tide was dark an' heavy with the burden that it bore, I heard it talkin', whisperin', upon the weedy shore : Each wave that stirred the sea-weed was like a closing door, 'Tis closing doors they hear at last who hear no more, no more, My Grief, No more! The tide was in the salt sea-weed, and like a knife it tore, The hoarse sea-wind went moaning, sooing, moaning o'er and o'er, The wild sea-heart was brooding deep upon its ancient lore, I heard the sob, the sooing sob, the dying sob at its core, My Grief, Its core! The white sea-waves were wan and grey its ashy lips before; The whirled spume between its jaws in floods did seaward pour -- O whisperin' weed, O wild sea-waves, O hollow baffled roar, Since one thou hast, O dark dim Sea, why callest thou for more, My Grief, For more.
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Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The burthen of the tide", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896 [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 Phyllis Campbell (1891 - 1974), "Rune of the four winds", copyright © 2018 [ voice and piano ], Wirripang Pty Ltd [sung text not yet checked]
- by George Norman Peterkin (1886 - 1982), "Rune of the Burden of the Tide", published <<1940 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-17
Line count: 30
Word count: 148