The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day: A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May. But deep in the glen's bosom Summer slept in the fire Of the odorous gorse-blossom And the hot scent of the brier. A ribald cuckoo clamoured, And out of the copse the stroke Of the iron axe that hammered The iron heart of the oak.
Two Songs
by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937)
1. The hill pines were sighing  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930), no title, appears in The Shorter Poems of Robert Bridges, first published 1890
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. My spirit kisseth thine  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
My spirit kisseth thine, My spirit embraceth thee : I feel thy being twine Her graces over me, In the life-kindling fold Of God's breath ; where on high, In furthest space untold Like a lost world I lie : And o'er my dreaming plains Lightens, most pale and fair, A moon that never wanes ; Or more, if I compare, Like what the shepherd sees On late mid-winter dawns, When thro' the branched trees, O'er the white-frosted lawns, The huge unclouded sun, Surprising the world whist, Is all uprisen thereon, Golden with melting mist.
Authorship:
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930), no title, appears in The Shorter Poems of Robert Bridges, first published 1890
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