by Thomas Westwood (1814? - 1888)
Slow, horses, slow
Language: English
Slow, horses, slow, As through the wood we go -- We would count the stars in heaven, Hear the grasses grow: Watch the cloudlets few Dappling the deep blue. In our open palms outspread Catch the blessed dew. Slow, horses, slow, As thro' the wood we go -- We would see fair Dian rise With her huntress bow: We would hear the breeze Ruffling the dim trees, Hear its sweet love-ditty set To endless harmonies. Slow, horses, slow, As through the wood we go -- All the beauty of the night We would learn and know!
Authorship:
- by Thomas Westwood (1814? - 1888) [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 Cecil Armstrong Gibbs (1889 - 1960), "Slow, horses, slow", 1924, published 1924. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2008-07-13
Line count: 20
Word count: 93