by Seumas O'Sullivan (1879 - 1958)
My sorrow that I am not by the little...
Language: English
My sorrow that I am not by the little dun, By the lake of the starlings at Rosses under the hill -- And the larks there, singing over the fields of dew, Or evening there, and the sedges still! For plain I see now the length of the yellow sand, And Lissadell far off and its leafy ways, And the holy mountain whose mighty heart Gathers into it all the colored days. My sorrow that I am not by the little dun, By the lake of the starlings at evening when all is still -- And still in whispering sedges the herons stand. 'Tis there I would nestle at rest till the quivering moon Uprose in the golden quiet over the hill.
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Also titled "My sorrow" in some publicationsText Authorship:
- by Seumas O'Sullivan (1879 - 1958), "The Rosses", appears in The Rosses and Other Poems, first published 1918 [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 Phyllis Campbell (1891 - 1974), "The Starling Lake", copyright © 2018 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Arthur Shepherd (1880 - 1958), "The starling lake", published 1948 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-02-03
Line count: 13
Word count: 120