Strew not earth with empty stars, Strew it not with roses, Nor feathers from the crest of Mars, Nor summer's idle posies. 'Tis not the primrose-sandalled moon, Nor cold and silent morn, Nor he that climbs the dusty noon, Nor mower war with scythe that drops, Stuck with helmed and turbaned tops Of enemies new shorn. Ye cups, ye lyres, ye trumpets know, Pour your music, let it flow, 'Tis Bacchus' son who walks below.
- by Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803 - 1849), appears in The Poems Posthumous and Collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes, in The Second Brother, Act I, Scene 1, first published 1851 [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 Ethel Mary Boyce (1863 - 1936), "Choric measure", published 1922 [TTBB chorus a cappella], London : Novello [text not verified]
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