The trees are breathing quietly to-day Of coming Autumn and the Summer over; Pause of high Summer when the year's at stay And the wind's sick, that moves now like a lover. On valley ridges where the beeches cluster, Or changing ashes set by slopes of plough, He goes; now sure of heart now in a fluster Of teasing purpose. Night shall find him grow To dark strength and relentless-spoiling will. First he loves baffle streams and dull the bright; Cower and threaten both about the hill -- Before their death trees blast in full delight.
- by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "Late September" [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 John Ramsden Williamson (1929 - 2015), "Late September", 2007. [baritone and piano] [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Peter Palmer
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-09
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Word count: 95