by John Vance Cheney (1848 - 1922)
Summer noon
Language: English
So fickle are the little winds, One may not say they blow; The balanced leaves, they tremble, wait Not sure which way to go. So fare my fancies flutt'ring soft, As out of sleep they start; The while they think to drift away, They die upon my heart.
Text Authorship:
- by John Vance Cheney (1848 - 1922), "Summer noon" [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "Summer noon", op. 37 (Six songs) no. 4, published 1901 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, A. P. Schmidt [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-02
Line count: 8
Word count: 49