Down by the brooklet’s side - Tenney, John Harrison

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"THE BLUE VIOLET’S SONG"

◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 12

CPDL # 80845

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-06-06

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Down by the brooklet’s side, Where the soft waters glide Gently and sweetly away to the sea, Lifting my tiny bell Up from the leafy dell, There is my birth-place—the dwelling for me. There, where the wild bird’s song Chants, through the summer long, Strains of affection, unchanging, and true, Formed by a fairy’s wand, Claiming no care, I stand Wooing the sunbeams, and quaffing the dew. Not where the diamond gleams,— Not where the wine cup streams, Jars not the revel the bowers that I wreathe, Sought for no festal hall, Prized by no pride at all, Care heaps no sighs on the pure air I breathe. But, o’er the dewy lawn, Called by the breaking dawn Up from their sleep in some vine-girded cot, Maidens of merry mien Gather the cowslips green, Breathing the songs that their heaven-dreams have taught. I, in my lowly bower, Envy no gayer flower; Fanned by the bright wing of hum-bird and bee, While by the streamlet’s side, Glad as the laughing tide, Velvet-cheeked children are seeking for me. Still let the nightingale Fondly the rose assail, Pouring its moon-sick strains—wasting its sighs; But on the Violet’s breast, Still shall the angels rest, Long as we garner the tints of the skies.