by Florence Earle Coates (1850 - 1927)
Through the Rushes by the River
Language: English
Through the rushes by the river Runs a drowsy tremor sweet, And the waters stir and shiver In the darkness at their feet; From the sombre east up-stealing, Gradual, with slow revealing, Comes the dawn, and with a sigh Night goes by. Here and there, to mildest wooing, Folded buds are open-blown; And the drops their leaves bedewing, Like to seed-pearls thickly sown, Sinking, with the blessing olden, Deep into each calyx golden, A supreme behest obey, Then melt away. And while robes of splendor trailing, Fitly deck the glowing morn, And a fragrance, fresh exhaling, Greets her loveliness new-born, Midst divine melodic voicings, Midst delicious mute rejoicings, Strong as when the worlds began, Awakens Pan!
Confirmed with The Atlantic Monthly, Volume LXIX, Boston & New York, 1892.
Authorship:
- by Florence Earle Coates (1850 - 1927), "Through the Rushes by the River" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "Through the Rushes by the River" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
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