The sleeping palace
The varying year with blade and sheaf
Clothes and reclothes the happy plains,
Here rests the sap within the leaf,
Here stays the blood along the veins.
[Faint shadows, vapours lightly curl'd,
Faint murmurs from the meadows come,
Like hints and echoes of the world
To spirits folded in the womb.]1
[Soft lustre bathes the range of urns
On every slanting terrace-lawn.
The fountain to his place returns
Deep in the garden lake withdrawn.]1
Here [droops]2 the banner on the tower,
On the hall-hearths the festal fires,
The peacock in his laurel bower,
The parrot in his gilded wires.
Roof-haunting martins warm their eggs:
In these, in those the life is stay'd.
The mantles from the golden pegs
Droop sleepily: no sound is made,
[Not even of a gnat that sings.
More like a picture seemeth all
Than those old portraits of old kings,
That watch the sleepers from the wall.]1
Here sits the Butler with a flask
Between his knees, half-drain'd; and there
The wrinkled steward at his task,
The maid-of-honour blooming fair;
The page has caught her hand in his:
Her lips are sever'd as to speak:
His own are pouted to a kiss:
The blush is fix'd upon her cheek.
Till all the hundred summers pass,
The beams, that thro' the Oriel shine,
Make prisms in every carven glass,
And beaker brimm'd with noble wine.
Each baron at the banquet sleeps,
Grave faces gather'd in a ring.
His state the king reposing keeps.
He must have been a jovial king.
All round a hedge upshoots, and shows
At distance like a little wood;
Thorns, ivies, woodbine, mistletoes,
And grapes with bunches red as blood;
All creeping plants, a wall of green
Close-matted, bur and brake and briar,
And glimpsing over these, just seen,
High up, the topmost palace spire.
When will the hundred summers die,
And thought and time be born again,
And newer knowledge, drawing nigh,
Bring truth that sways the soul of men?
Here all things in their place remain,
As all were order'd, ages since.
Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain,
And bring the fated fairy Prince.
N. Rorem sets stanzas 1-3
View original text (without footnotes)
1 omitted by Rorem.
2 Rorem: "stoops"
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text),
listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
by Ned Rorem (b. 1923)
, "The sleeping palace", published 1969, stanzas 1-3 [medium-high voice and piano], from Four Poems of Tennyson
by Charlton Templeman Speer (1859 - 1921)
, "The sleeping palace", published 1888 [soli, chorus, and orchestra], from The Day-Dream, no. 2.
Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Notes about green, red, and white dots
This is a personal project that I began in 1995. I receive no salary for my full-time work on it
and, despite my best efforts, this project has never received public funding. It is
supported financially by roughly 0.013% of our visitors.
So if you found
the information here useful, please consider making a donation. Your gift is greatly appreciated.
- Emily Ezust
I also have a wishlist at Amazon.ca.
Search sheetmusicplus.com for
Art song ,
chansons, or works for solo voice
Browse imslp.org (Petrucci Music Library) for
art songs or choral works