Only a whispering gale Flutters the wings of the boat; Only a bird in the vale Lends to the silence a note Mellow, subdued, and remote: This is the twilight of peace, This is the hour of release, Free of all worry and fret, Clean of all care and regret, When like a bird in its nest Fancy lies folded to rest. This is the margin of sleep; Here let the anchor be cast; Here in forgetfulness deep, Now that the journey is past, Lower the sails from the mast. Here is the bay of content, Heaven and earth interblent; Here is the haven that lies Close to the gates of surprise; Here all like Paradise seems -- Here is the harbor of dreams.
- by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916) [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "The harbor of dreams", op. 7 (Three Songs of the Night) no. 3, published 1891 [voice and piano], Schmidt [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-19
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Word count: 123