Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee? "An autumn evening soft and mild With a wind that sighs mournfully." Tell me, what is the present hour? "A green and flowery spray Where a young bird sits gathering its power To mount and fly away." [Tell me, tell me,]1 what is the future, happy one? "A sea beneath a cloudless sun; a mighty, glorious, dazzling sea Stretching into infinity.
Five Poems of Emily Brontë
Song Cycle by Ronald A. Beckett
1. Tell me, tell me, smiling child  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), appears in Poems by Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë Now for the First Time Printed, first published 1902
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Nelly (asking the questions), Cathy (first and last answers) and Hareton (second answer).
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2. A little budding rose  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their mossy robe, But sweet was the slight and spicy smell It breathed from its heart invisible. The rose is blasted, withered, blighted, Its root has felt a worm, And like a heart beloved and slighted, Failed, faded, shrunk its form. Bud of beauty, bonnie flower, I stole thee from thy natal bower. I was the worm that withered thee, Thy tears of dew all fell for me; Leaf and stalk and rose are gone, Exile earth they died upon. Yes, that last breath of balmy scent With alien breezes sadly blent!
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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Researcher for this page: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]3. Still beside the dreary water  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Still beside that dreary water Stood he 'neath the cold moon ray Thinking on the deed of slaughter On his heart that darkly lay. Soft the voice that broke his dreaming Stealing through the silent air; Yet, before, the raven's screaming He had heard regardless there. Once his name was sweetly uttered, Then the echo died away, But each pulse in horror fluttered As the life would pass away.
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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Researcher for this page: Nick Peros4. I'll come when thou art saddest  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I'll come when thou art saddest Laid alone in the darkened room; When the mad day's mirth has vanished And the smile of joy is banished From evening's chilly gloom. I'll come when the heart's real feeling Has entire unbiassed sway, And my influence o'er thee stealing, Grief deepening, joy congealing, Shall bear thy soul away. Listen, 'tis just the hour, The awful time for thee; Dost thou not feel upon thy soul A flood of strange sensations roll, Forerunners of a sterner power, Heralds of me?
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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5. The evening sun  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The evening sun was sinking down On low green hills and clustered trees It was a scene as fair and lone As ever felt the soothing breeze That bends the grass when day is gone And gives the wave a brighter blue And makes the soft white clouds sail on Like spirits of eternal dew Which all the morn had hovered o'er The azure flowers where they were nursed And now return to heaven once more Where their bright glories shone at first.
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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