At break of day fresh beauty gilds the bowers, And Phoebus joys at light's return; The birds sing love from nests amid the flowers. All things in nature with its gladness burn. At break of day oft times comes bitter sorrow, That night's dark hours should ever fade To burning swain who, with the opening morrow, Must leave his own beloved maid.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Clara Kathleen Rogers (1844 - 1931), "At break of day", op. 10 (Six Songs) no. 4, published 1882 [ voice and piano ], Boston : Arthur P. Schmidt and Co. [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-09-19
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Word count: 62