by Louise Chandler Moulton (1835 - 1908)

The sun is low
Language: English 
I sit and wait for you, Dear, my Dear,
Now the sun is low;
From the far-off town the path runs clear,
And the way you know --
The old, old way that brought you here,
In the Long-Ago.

The white moon climbs, and looks at me --
Her smile is cold;
Something she sees that I do not see --
The moon is old.

I catch a sigh from the winds that flee
Across the wold --
What is the secret they hide from me? --
They have not told.

To Lethe-country your steps were set --
Did you taste that spring
That makes the heart of a man forget
The dearest thing?

Nay! I sit and wait for you, Dear, my Dear,
For the sun is low --
From your far-off place the path runs clear,
And you still must know
The old, old way that brought you here
In the Long-Ago.

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "The sun is low", op. 59 (Two songs for soprano or tenor voice, violin and piano) no. 2. [soprano or tenor, violin, and piano] [
     text not verified 
    ]

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