by Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943)
Bab‑Lock‑Hythe
Language: English
In the time of wild roses As up Thames we travelled Where 'mid water-weeds ravelled The lily uncloses, To his old shores the river A new song was singing, And young shoots were springing On old roots for ever. Dog-daisies were dancing, And flags flamed in cluster, On the dark stream a lustre Now blurred and now glancing. A tall reed down-weighing, The sedge-warbler fluttered ; One sweet note he uttered, Then left it soft-swaying. By the bank's sandy hollow My dipt oars went beating, And past our bows fleeting Blue-backed shone the swallow. High woods, heron-haunted, Rose, changed, as we rounded Old hills greenly mounded, To meadows enchanted. A dream ever moulded Afresh for our wonder, Still opening asunder For the stream many-folded ; Till sunset was rimming The West with pale flushes; Behind the black rushes The last light was dimming; And the lonely stream, hiding Shy birds, grew more lonely, And with us was only The noise of our gliding. In cloud of gray weather The evening o'erdarkened, In the stillness we hearkened ; Our hearts sang together.
Authorship:
- by Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943), "Bab-Lock-Hythe", appears in England and Other Poems, first published 1909 [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 Martin Edward Fallas Shaw (1875 - 1958), "Bab-Lock-Hythe", published 1919. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-16
Line count: 40
Word count: 181