My Love Dwelt

 

'n Nieuw nummer om in te studeren: 'My love dwelt in a northern land' van Edward Elgar.

My love dwelt

My love dwelt in a northern land

A dim tower in a forest green 

Was his, and far away the sand,

And gray wash of the waves were seen,

The woven forest boughs between.

And through the northern summer night 

The sunset slowly died away,

And herds of strange deer, silver white,

Came gleaming through the forest gray,

And fled like ghosts before the day.

And oft, that month, we watch’d the moon

Wax great and white o’er wood and lawn, 

And wane, with waning of the June,

Till, like a brand for battle drawn,

She fell, and flamed in a wild dawn.

I know not if the forest green

Still girdles round that castle gray,

I know not if, the boughs between

The white deer vanish ere the day.

The grass above my love is green,

His heart is colder than the clay.