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June Twilight
English source:
John Masefield
The twilight comes;
the sun dips down and sets,
The boys have done
play at the nets.
In a warm golden glow
The woods are steeped.
The shadows grow;
The bat has cheeped.
Sweet smells the new-mown hay;
The mowers pass
Home, each his way,
through the grass.
The night-wind stirs the fern,
A night-jar spins;
The windows burn
In the inns.
Dusky it grows. The moon! The dews descend.
Love, can this beauty in our hearts end?
the sun dips down and sets,
The boys have done
play at the nets.
In a warm golden glow
The woods are steeped.
The shadows grow;
The bat has cheeped.
Sweet smells the new-mown hay;
The mowers pass
Home, each his way,
through the grass.
The night-wind stirs the fern,
A night-jar spins;
The windows burn
In the inns.
Dusky it grows. The moon! The dews descend.
Love, can this beauty in our hearts end?
Composer
Rebecca Clarke
Anglo-American composer Rebecca Clarke was born in 1886 in Harrow, London. Classified by Gramophone as ‘one of the very best of her time’, Clarke is best known for her instrumental works - most notably her 1919 Viola Sonata. Her vocal music is…
