From “Night of frost in May”

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Charles Ives - Pop

From “Night of frost in May”

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There was the lyre of earth beheld Then heard by me: it holds me linked; Across the years to dead-ebb shores I stand on, my blood thrill restores But would I conjure into me Those issue notes, I must review What serious breath the woodland drew; The low throb of expectancy; And how the white mother muteness Pressed on leaf and herb...

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Credits

Writers
  • Charles Ives
  • George Meredith