Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities, Amid lanes and through old woods, (where lately the violets peep'd from the ground, [spotting the gray debris;]1 Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes -- passing the endless grass; Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields [uprising]2, Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards; Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin.
Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities
Set by Paul Hindemith (1895 - 1963), "Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities" [ baritone, mezzo-soprano, chorus and orchestra ], from cantata When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, no. 3  [sung text checked 1 time]
Note: this setting is made up of several separate texts.
Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Memories of President Lincoln, in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, no. 5
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2 Hindemith, Sessions: "uprisen"
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Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities draped in black, With the show of the States themselves as of crepe-veil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, [With the countless torches lit,]1 with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads, With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces, With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn, [With all the mournful voices of the dirges]1 pour'd around the coffin, The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs -- where amid these you journey, [With]2 the tolling bells' perpetual clang, Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you a sprig of lilac.
Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Memories of President Lincoln, in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, no. 6
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(Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death. All over bouquets of roses, O death, I cover you with roses and early lilies, But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first, [Copious I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes,]1 With loaded arms I come, pouring for you, For you and the coffins all of you, O death.)
Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Memories of President Lincoln, in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, no. 7
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Researcher for this page: Ahmed E. Ismail