I make my shroud but no one knows, So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows. I make my shroud but no one knows. In door-way where the lilac blows, Humming a little wandering air, I make my shroud and no one knows, So shimmering fine it is and fair.
Six Songs for Voice and Piano to Poems by Adelaide Crapsey
Song Cycle by Harrison Kerr (1897 - 1978)
1. Triolet [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914), "Song", appears in Verse, first published 1915
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Old love [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
More dim than waning moon Thy face, more faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow, Thou ghost ... thou ghost.
Text Authorship:
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914)
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Researcher for this page: Mimi Ezust3. Dirge [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Never the nightingale, oh my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; [Though]1 dusk and the morning still Tap at thy window-sill, [Though]1 ever love call and call Thou wilt not hear at all, My dear, my dear.
Text Authorship:
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914), "Dirge", appears in Verse, first published 1915
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
4. Fate [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
Text Authorship:
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914), "Fate defied", appears in Cinquains
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. The old, old winds [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
Text Authorship:
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914), "Night Winds", appears in Cinquains
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]6. A white moth flew [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Just now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . . A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown So cold?
Text Authorship:
- by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914), "The warning", appears in Verse, first published 1915
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Note: Bottelier's setting begins with the title "The warning"Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 194