by Langdon Elwyn Mitchell (1862 - 1935)
Nightfall in winter
Language: English
Cold is the air, The woods are bare And brown; the herd Stand in the yard. The frost doth fall; And round the hill The hares move slow; The homeward crow, Alone and high, Crosses the sky All silently. The quick streams freeze; The moving trees Are still; for now No breeze will blow: The wind has gone With the day, down, And clouds are come Bearing the gloom. The yellow grass In the clear glass Of the bright pool Grows soft and dull. The water's eye That held the sky Now glazes quite; And now the light On the cold hill Fadeth, until The giant mass Doth seem to pass From near to far; The clouds obscure The sky with gloom: The night is come, The night is come.
Authorship:
- by Langdon Elwyn Mitchell (1862 - 1935) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Nightfall in winter", 1904-6, published 1907, from the collection English Lyrics, Eighth Set, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 130