The lupine (Bates, set by G. Chadwick) (The Lied and Art Song Texts Page: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)


Ah, lupine, with silvery leaves 
And blossoms blue as the skies, 
I know a maid like thee, 
And blue, too, are her eyes. 
Gray as a nun's her dress ; 
How lowly, 
And holy 
Her mien, cannot mere words express. 

Fair lupine, the dew-drop shines 
A gem night gives to thee ; 
So pure her radiant soul 
Within her breast must be. 
Like thee, she dwells alone ; 
All sweetness, 
And meetness, 
As in thyself in her are known. 

Ah, lupine, I pluck thy bloom, 
But how her grace may I win? 
So pure, so fair, is she 
My suit may not begin 
Unless I send thy flower 
To prove her, 
And move her, 
Me with her priceless love to dower !

Authorship

Arlo Bates (1850-1918)

A Flower Cycle

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

George Whitefield Chadwick (1854-1931)

A Flower Cycle

Date added to the website: 2009-06-17.

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