Sounds of the evening hour (Addison Lam. Moore)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-17). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 562 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1901 A. Flanagan Company
Original text and translations
Spring is here, and the air is laden
With the perfume of the flow’rs,
Sounds I hear from the woodland and heather,
Droning sounds of the evening hour.
Hark! Listen, Hark!
Listen to the droning sound.
’Mid woodland, hill,
the insects are humming,
And the night-birds trill,
While the beetle is drumming,
And the black bug brisk
joins the whippoorwill,
While the fireflies frisk
round the old sawmill.
Oh, listen to the droning sound.
How the undertone of nature,
Blends with the brown owl’s “whit-i-hoo,”
O’er the marshland and the meadow,
Down by the winding Tippecanoe.
In the oak grove by the river,
That is where I love to stroll,
In the twilight and the gloaming,
Pausing to rest on the jackoak knoll.