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Eve, warm and sad, as the last light shimmers, And the pallid flowers sigh in the soft air; Love, found at last, through her calm soul glimmers: Perfumes wafting, breezes doling scents new and fair. Ah, chaste as morn, there she walks on, smiling; In the evening-hallowed grove, with a pale hand, Plays on her lute, thus the dear time whiling, Playing softly, virgin music; love's sweet command. So as he comes, and her mild eyes darken, And the tender shadows glide into veiled night; All thrills for him, and his strained ears hearken; Music swaying, music dying, Love's end's delight.
Confirmed with A. Eaglefield Hull, Cyril Scott: Composer, Poet and Philosopher, London, Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner & Co. Ltd., 1919, page 149.
- by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "Evening Melody", written <<1914 [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 Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "Evening melody", published 1914 [ voice and piano ], London: Elkin [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Poom Andrew Pipatjarasgit [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-07-15
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