Too Soon So Fair, Fair Lilies - Foote, Arthur

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"Four Songs, Opus 68, No. 1"

⌛ Period → Late Romantic ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 12

CPDL # 76378

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-16

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

“Too soon so fair, fair lilies; To bloom is then to wane; The folded bud has still Tomorrow at its will; Blown flowers can never blow again. Too soon so bright, bright noontide; The sun that now is high Will henceforth only sink Towards the western brink; Day that’s at prime begins to die. Too soon so rich, ripe summer, For autumn tracks thee fast; Lo, death-marks on the leaf! Sweet summer, and my grief; For summer come is summer past. Too soon, too soon, lost summer; Some hours and thou art o’er. Ah! death is part of birth: Summer leaves not the earth, But last year’s summer lives no more.” From ''Yu-Pe-Ya’s Lute'' (1874)