The Pensive Autumn - de Lange, Huub

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"#4 from ''Four Stuart Songs (Huub de Lange)''"

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

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

CPDL # 12274

Editor Huub de Lange

Posted 2006-08-11

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

I love October better than divine May’s quick upsurge of life; The pensive autumn is more nearly mine With its quiet surcease from strife. Softened by mist, the luminous eves unfold Their shining in the west, And, trembling from each twig, few, few, but gold Flutter the leaves to rest. Tiptoe with hope stood spring, but autumn lies In patience and in faith, Resigning her, mid sumptuous obsequies, To the gentle hand of death. To the sweet fruition of all earthly bloom Spring looks, but autumn, she To the mystic burgeoning beyond the tomb Of our ultimate mystery. Float, opalescent canopies of cloud: Drop, leaves, to be her pall: Here lies our hope, full glorious in her shroud, And perishing, promiseth all.