Geïnspireerd door de tijd van het jaar en een gedicht van John Frederick Freeman is dit muziekstuk tot stand gekomen. Dit is de tekst:
A late and lonely figure stains the snow,
Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.
Heavily homeward now the last rooks go,
And dull-eyed stars stare from the skies.
A whimpering wind
Sounds, then's still and whimpers again.
Yet 'twas a morn of oh, such air and light!
The early sun ran laughing over the snow,
The laden trees held out their arms all white
And whiteness shook on the white below.
And now night's fall'n, the west wind begins to creep
Among the stiff trees, over the frozen snow;
An hour--and the world stirs that was asleep,
A trickle of water's heard, stealthy and slow,
First faintly here and there,
And then continual everywhere.
And morn will look astonished for the snow,
And the warm, wind will laugh, "It's gone, gone, gone!"--
A late and lonely figure stains the snow,
Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.
Heavily homeward now the last rooks go,
And dull-eyed stars stare from the skies.
A whimpering wind
Sounds, then's still and whimpers again.
Yet 'twas a morn of oh, such air and light!
The early sun ran laughing over the snow,
The laden trees held out their arms all white
And whiteness shook on the white below.
And now night's fall'n, the west wind begins to creep
Among the stiff trees, over the frozen snow;
An hour--and the world stirs that was asleep,
A trickle of water's heard, stealthy and slow,
First faintly here and there,
And then continual everywhere.
And morn will look astonished for the snow,
And the warm, wind will laugh, "It's gone, gone, gone!"--
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. Kan er ook het hele nummer prima naar luisteren. "Zang" is echt heel knap gedaan, maar is voor een echt sterke zanglijn niet eenvoudiger om een goede zangeres te vragen? Met een voorbeeld zoals dit moet dat toch prima te doen zijn.
