by Mary Gladys Meredith Webb (1881 - 1927)
A Hawthorne Berry
Language: English
How sweet a thought, How strange a deed, To house such glory in a seed-- A berry, shining rufously, Like scarlet coral in the sea! A berry, rounder than a ring, So round, it harbours everything; So red, that all the blood of men Could never paint it so again. And, as I hold it in my hand, A fragrance steals across the land: Rich, on the wintry heaven, I see A white, immortal hawthorn-tree.
Authorship:
- by Mary Gladys Meredith Webb (1881 - 1927), "A Hawthorne Berry" [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 Rick Sowash (b. 1950), "A Hawthorne Berry", 1986. [baritone and piano] [ sung text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2017-10-21
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