Summer has spread a cool, green tent Upon the bare poles of this tree; Where 'tis a joy to sit all day, And hear the small bird's melody; To see the sheep stand bolt upright, Nibbling at grass almost their height. And much I marvel now how men Can waste their fleeting days in greed; That one man should desire more gold Than twenty men should truly need; For is not this green tent more sweet Than any chamber of the great? This tent, at which I spend my day, Was made by Nature's cost, not mine; And when night comes, and I must sleep, No matter if my room be fine Or common, for Content and Health Can sleep without the power of Wealth.
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The green tent", appears in Farewell to Poesy and Other Pieces, first published 1910 [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 Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960), "The green tent", published 1929 [duet for soprano and alto with piano], from Two Duets for Soprano and Contralto [text not verified]
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