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.
- by Louise Chandler Moulton (1835 - 1908), "The sun is low", appears in At the Wind's Will: Lyrics and Sonnets [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 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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