The Garden of Proserpine - de Lange, Huub

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◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Besetzung → SATB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente Piano

CPDL Nr. 22454

Bearbeiter Huub de Lange

Veröffentlicht 2010-10-15

Lizenz Personal

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Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time and mowing, A sleepy world of streams. I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep. Here life has death for neighbour, And far from eye or ear Wan waves and wet winds labour, Weak ships and spirits steer; They drive adrift, and whither They wot not who make thither; But no such winds blow hither, And no such things grow here. No growth of moor or coppice, No heather-flower or vine, But bloomless buds of poppies, Green grapes of Proserpine, Pale beds of blowing rushes Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes For dead men deadly wine. ''(The original poems consists of twelve strophes. In this setting the first four have been used.)''