The Language of Flowers 꽃들의 언어, 꽃말
Music: Edward Elgar
Text: James Perciva
In Eastern lands they talk in flow'rs
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowr's,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.
The rose is a sign of joy and love,
Young blushing love in its earliest dawn,
And the mildness that suits the gentle dove,
From the myrtle's snowy flow'rs is drawn.
Innocence gleams in the lily's bell,
Pure as the heart in its native heaven.
Fame's bright star and glory's swell
By the glossy leaf of the bay are given.
The silent, soft and humble heart,
In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes,
And the tender soul that cannot part,
In a twine of evergreen fondly wreathes.
The cypress that daily shades the grave,
Is sorrow that moans her bitter lot,
And faith that a thousand ills can brave,
Speaks in thy blue leaves "forget-me-not".
Then gather a wreath from the garden bowers,
And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers.
The Language of Flowers - Amanda Roocroft
사족:
James Gates Percival: American poet/botanist
1872년에 쓴 이 곡은 14살 Elgar의 첫 작곡으로 큰 누나 Lucy의
20세 생일에 헌정되었다. Edward Elgar는 그의 결혼 전까지
Lucy의 집에서 살았다니 두사람의 형제애는 유별났던 모양이다.
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