
by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)
Transformations
Language: English
Portions of this yew Is a man my grandsire knew, Bosomed here at its foot: This branch may be his wife, A ruddy human life Now turned to a green shoot. These grasses must be made Of her who often prayed, Last century, for repose; And the fair girl long ago Whom I often tried to know May be entering this rose. So, they are not underground, But as nerves and veins abound In the growths of upper air, And they feel the sun and rain, And the energy again That made them what they were!
Authorship:
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "Transformations", appears in Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses, first published 1917 [author's text not yet checked 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 Gerald Finzi (1901 - 1956), "Transformations", op. 14 no. 9, published 1933 [ tenor and piano ], from A Young Man's Exhortation, no. 9 [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 96