On Wings of Song for His 200th Birthday
German-born Romantic composer, conductor, and pianist
(3 February, 1809 – 4 November, 1847)
Rudi Moosmeier, jazz piano, (2006)
Auf Flügeln Des Gesanges (Mendelssohn)
Rise up, my song! stretch forth thy wings and fly
With no delaying, over shore and deep!
Be with my lady when she wakes from sleep;
Touch her with kisses softly on each eye;
And say, before she puts her dreaming by:
“Within the palaces of slumber keep
One little niche wherein sometimes to weep
For one who vainly toils till he shall die!”
Yet say again, a sweeter thing than this:
“His life is wasted by his love for thee.”
Then, looking o’er the fields of memory,
She ’ll find perchance, o’ergrown with grief and bliss,
Some flower of recollection, pale and fair,
That she, through pity, for a day may wear.
A Greeting
Philip Bourke Marston (1850–87)
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