by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Distance, the Enchantress
Language: English
The sails we see on the ocean are white as white can be, but never one in the harbour as white as the sails at sea. And the clouds that crown the mountain with purple and gold delight turn to cold gray mist and vapor before we can reach its height. Stately fair the vessel that comes not near the beach, Lofty and grand the mountain, whose height we may never reach. Oh distance, thou dear enchantress, still hold in thy magic veil the glory of far-off mountains, the gleam of the far-off sail.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Richard Stöhr (1874 - 1967), "Distance, the Enchantress", op. 96 (10 Songs) no. 3 (1943) [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2021-09-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 94