How could I dream a day would ever dawn, How could I dream the day would dawn, indeed, When daffodils should glisten on the lawn, And I not heed ? How strange it seems to think I never knew, That one day Spring's first breath [would]1 thrill the air, Brown furrows shine beneath the rain-washed blue, And I not care. How could I tell a long-remembered voice Might stir grey sorrow from her wintry sleep ? I did not dream the song-thrush would rejoice, And I but weep.
1 Scott: "should"
- by Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860 - 1911), "The unforeseen", appears in Vespertilia and Other Verses [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "The unforeseen", op. 74 no. 3, published 1911 [voice and piano], London : Elkin [text verified 1 time]
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