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Canticle III: Still falls the rain, Op.55
‘The gardener played his old bagpipe’
‘And now the brutish forests close around’
‘Night passed, and in that world of leaves’
‘The public Scribe, noctambulo’
‘The little golden lights like Chinese ladies peep’
‘In the great room above the orangery’
‘In the hot noon — like glowing muscadine’
‘Now from the silk pavilions of the seas’
‘Beneath a wan and sylvan tree’
‘But in the Court, the little people know’
‘But far from snow-soft sleep, the country Fair’
‘Do, do’ (II)
‘The birds, strange flashing glints of another life’
‘Where reynard-haired Malinn’
‘Now that the summer only seems the sad’
‘When we were young, how beautiful life seemed!’
‘When each clear raindrop holds for flight’
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