A mirage
Language: English
Now the mountaintop all purple Rises thro' a mist of silver, While the moon, a disc of cobwebs, Shining in the pallid heavens, Ghostlike thro' the evening shadows. Now the lofty eucalyptus Stretches forth its chalky branches Toward the lovely, lustred heavens, While the drowsy westwind sighing Sings the theme of lamentation.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944), "A mirage", op. 100 (Two Songs) no. 1, published 1924 [ soprano, violin, violoncello, and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: JoAnn Ross
This text was added to the website: 2011-10-22
Line count: 10
Word count: 52