by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922)
The fold
Language: English
Behold,
The time is now! Bring back, bring back
Thy flocks of fancies, wild of whim.
O lead them from the mountain-track
Thy frolic thoughts untold.
O bring them in -- the fields grow dim --
And let me be the fold!
Behold,
The time is now! Call in, O call
Thy pasturing kisses gone astray
For scattered sweets; gather them all
To shelter from the cold.
Throng them together, close and gay,
And let me be the fold!
Text Authorship:
- by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922), "The fold" [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 Emma Lou Diemer (b. 1927), "The fold", 1976, published 1977 [ soprano or tenor and instrumental ensemble ], from Four Poems by Alice Meynell, no. 4, New York, Carl Fischer [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2012-02-15
Line count: 14
Word count: 78