by Bliss Carman (1861 - 1929)
The Flute of Spring
Language: English
I know a shining meadow stream That winds beneath an Eastern hill, And all year long in sun or gloom Its murmuring voice is never still. The summer dies more gently there, The April flowers are earlier,— The first warm rain-wind from the Sound Sets all their eager hearts astir. And there when lengthening twilights fall As softly as a wild bird's wing, Across the valley in the dusk I hear the silver flute of spring.
Confirmed with Bliss Carman, Later Poems, Boston : Small, Maynard & Company, 1922, p.73
Text Authorship:
- by Bliss Carman (1861 - 1929), "The Flute of Spring" [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 Gerda Blok-Wilson (b. 1955), "The Flute of Spring" [ mixed chorus ] [sung text not yet checked]
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