by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
The moon drops low
Language: English
The moon drops low that once soared high As an eagle soars in the morning sky; And the deep dark lies like a death-web spun 'Twixt the setting moon and the rising sun. Our glory sets like the sinking moon; The Red Man's race shall be perished soon; Our feet shall trip where the web is spun, For no dawn shall be ours, and no rising sun.
Text Authorship:
- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944) [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 Charles Wakefield Cadman (1881 - 1946), "The moon drops low", op. 45 no. 4, published 1909, from Four American Indian Songs, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Geoffrey Wieting
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 67