by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940)
The visitor
Language: German (Deutsch)
Her beauty is a wasted thing, She's neither sweet nor kind; And flowers that have no other eyes Than raindrops soon go blind. She is a park that has no deer To give it life or grace; Until I think the wilderness A more enchanted place. Her Ten Commandments are her own, She knows no other Creed; The only babies in her eyes Are selfish thoughts and greed. Her beauty is a wasted thing, Is Nature's loss and pain; When will the little, plain, brown bird Come back and sing again!
Text Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The visitor", first published 1932 [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 Otto Freudenthal (b. 1934), "The visitor", 2000 [voice and piano], from 10 poems by William H. Davies for voice and piano, no. 5. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-09-26
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Word count: 91