by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)
Evenfall
Language: English
Breathe, my lute, beneath my fingers One regretful breath, One lament for life that lingers Round the doors of death. For the frost has killed the rose, And our Summer dies in snows, And our morning once for all Gathers to the evenfall. Hush, my lute, return to sleeping, Sing no songs again. For the reaper stays his reaping On the darkened plain; And the day has drained its cup, And the twilight cometh up; Song & sorrow all that are Slumber at the evenstar.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936) [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 Humphrey Clucas (b. 1941), "Evenfall" [ voice and lute ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2023-02-21
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Word count: 85