Gwenllian
Language: English
Available translation(s): FIN
Gwenllian, O my heart's delight. You sleep unmov'd by wars command and hold your small red-yellow apple in your hand. Your baby cheeks, so rosy red and bright, your heart so happy day and night. Gwenllian, O my heart's delight. Forget our world of woe, O bless'd princess within your cradle, Where you hold an apple that is all your earthly care. Your brothers battle bravely, for your father's sword is at his thigh, but you are sound asleep and dreaming where you lie. Gwenllian, O heart's delight. The land shakes now with noise of Norman war. O angels guard thy father's door! To sleep so healthily content; The Queens of highest line would all forgo their thrones for bed of such a babe so small. Gwenllian, O my heart's delight.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Michael Tippett (1905 - 1998), "Gwenllian", 1956, published 1958 [chorus a cappella], from Four Songs from the British Isles, no. 4. [ sung text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Erkki Pullinen) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-22
Line count: 22
Word count: 132