by Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)
The treasure
Language: English
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose: -- Still may Time hold some golden space Where I'll unpack that scented store Of song and flower and sky and face, And count, and touch, and turn them o'er, Musing upon them; as a mother, who Has watched her children all the rich day through Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light, When children sleep, ere night.
Authorship:
- by Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915), "The treasure", appears in 1914, no. 6 [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 Alan Gray (1855 - 1935), "The treasure", published <<1967 [ SATB chorus and organ ], from 1914, no. 6 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "The Treasure" [ voice and piano ], from Five Songs of Rupert Brooke, no. 1 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-07-12
Line count: 14
Word count: 97