The summer trees are tempest-torn, The hills are wrapped in a mantle wide Of folding rain by the mad wind borne Across the country side. His scourge of fury is lashing down The delicate rankèd golden corn, That never shall rear its crown And curtsy to the morn. So my proud spirit in me is sad, A wreck of fairer field to mourn, The ruin of golden hopes she had, My delicate rankèd corn.
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930) [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 Hans Gál (1890 - 1987), "Hurricane", op. 77 no. 7 (1951), published 1960 [soprano or mezzo-soprano solo, three-part women's chorus, and strings], from Of a Summer Day, no. 7, Association of American Choruses, Philadelphia [ sung text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-02-07
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Word count: 74