by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918)
The Crocus
Language: English
Brave crocus, out of time and rash, You come when skies are all amort and chill ; Too soon to find how cruel hail can dash, And bitter winds can kill. You are like early loves, most sure, Which die so soon in this world's nipping air ; Your mission like to theirs, not to endure, But to make springtime fair.
Text Authorship:
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918), "The Crocus", appears in The Poet and His Self, in A Flower Cycle, no. 1, first published 1892 [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 George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "The Crocus", 1892 [ voice and piano ], from A Flower Cycle, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "The Crocus", op. 49 no. 3, published 1902 [ voice and piano ], from Flower Songs, no. 3, Boston: Arthur P. Schmidt [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-06-17
Line count: 8
Word count: 60