The little red lark (Graves, set by C. Stanford) (The Lied and Art Song Texts Page: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)


Oh swan of slenderness,
Dove of tenderness,
Jewel of joys, arise!
The little red lark,
Like a soaring spark
Of song to his sun-burst flies.

But till thou'rt risen
Earth is a prison
Fuill of my lonesome sighs.
Then awake and discover
To thy fond lover
The morn of thy matchless eyes!

The dawn is dark to me;
Hark, o hark to me,
Pulse of my heart, I pray!
And out of thy hiding
With blushes gliding
Dazzle me with thy day.

Ah, then once more to thee
Flying I'll pour to thee
Passion so sweet and gay.
The lark shall listen,
And dewdrops glisten
Laughing on ev'ry spray.

Input by Ted Perry

Authorship

Alfred Perceval Graves (1846-1931)

Irish Songs and Ballads

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

Sir Charles Villiers Stanford (1852-1924)

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