Lieder – complete index:
Lieder – index b:
1. "Hymn of trust"
2. "I knew and loved a maid"
3. "I travelled among unknown men"
4. "Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht"
5. "Ilmenau"
6. "Immortality"
7. "In April-tide"
8. "In Autumn"
9. "In my beloved's eyes"
10. "Like a sick eagle"
11. "La fede"
12. "Love Song"
13. "Luck and Work"
14. "Majority"
15. "Maple leaves"
16. "Memories", a) and b)
17. "Holder klingt der Vogelsang"
18. "Mirage"
19. "Mists"
20. "My Lou Jennine"
21. "My native land"
22. "Nature's way"
23. "Naught that country needeth"
24. "Nov. 2 1920"
25. "On the counter"
26. "On Judges' Walk"
27. "Premonitions"
28. "Qu'il m'irait bien"
29. "Religion"
30. "Resolution"
31. "Rosenzweige"
32. "Rough wind that moanest loud"
33. "Sehnsucht"
34. "September"
35. "Serenity"
36. "Slow march"
37. "So may it be!"
38. "Song"
39. "Songs my mother taught me"
40. "Spring song"
41. "The All-enduring"
42. "The cage"
43. "The camp-meeting"
44. "The childrens' hour"
1. "Hymn of
trust"
Text by Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894), 1859
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898
Love Divine, that stoop'd to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt'rest tear,
O Love Divine, we smile at pain while Thou art near.
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each ling'ring year,
No path we shun no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whisp'ring,
Thou art near!
Love Divine, that stoop'd to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt'rest tear,
O Love Divine, on thee we cast each earthborn care.
When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is turn'd to fear,
The murm'ring wind, the quiv'ring leaf
Shall tell us softly,
Thou art near!
O Thee we fling our burd'ning woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear,
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying,
Thou art near!
2. "I knew and loved
a maid"
Text by Anonymous
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898?
I knew and loved a maid on a time,
I met and walked with her in mountain clime,
Through meadows fair, 'midst maidenhair,
We wander'd 'neath bright skies of many years ago.
I had the vow and token too of her sincerity,
I thought her love would reach e'en through eternity.
Vows unkept, love now gone, life's one blessing now
Is dreams to live those days of long ago.
I knew and loved a maid once on a time,
I met and walked with her in mountain clime,
Through meadows fair, 'midst maidenhair,
We wander'd 'neath bright skies of many years ago.
3. "I travelled
among unknown men"
Text by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1901
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor England did I know till then,
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time, for still I seem
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
the joy of my desire;
And she I cherished, turned the wheel,
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed
the bowers where Lucy played;
And thine is too the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
4. "Ich grolle
nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht"
Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, "Ich grolle nicht" (1899). Set in German
See also:
Robert Schumann (1810-1856),
"Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht", op. 48, from Dichterliebe,
no. 7
Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht,
Ewig verlor'nes Lieb ! Ich grolle nicht.
Wie du auch strahlst in Diamantenpracht,
Es fällt kein Strahl in deines Herzens Nacht.
Das weiß ich längst.
Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht,
Ich sah dich ja im Traume,
Und sah die Nacht in deines Herzens Raume,
Und sah die Schlang', die dir am Herzen frißt,
Ich sah, mein Lieb, wie sehr du elend bist.
Ich grolle nicht.
5. "Ilmenau"
Text by Anonymous translator (initials H. T. I.), after Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(1749-1832), "Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh"
Music by Charles Edward Ives, in German and English (1902), also set
by many others composers in German and Russian
(English)
Over all the treetops is rest,
A gentle breeze scarcely stirs their waving crest;
All the birds are silent each in his quiet nest.
So my heart, waiting, soon will rest.
(German)
Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh
In allen Wipfeln spürest du kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde,
Warte nur, balde ruhest du auch!
6.
"Immortality"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives
Who dares to say the spring is dead,
in Autumn's radiant glow!
Who dares to say the rose is dead
in winter's sunset snow!
Who dares to say our child is dead!
Who dares to say our child is dead!
If God had meant she were to die,
She would not have been.
7. "In
April-tide"
Text by Clinton Scollard (1860-1932), pub 1895
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1895?
Be ye in love with April-tide?
I' faith, in love am I!
For now 'tis sun, and now 'tis show'r,
And now 'tis Laura shy.
Ye doubtful days,
O slower glide!
Still frown and smile,
O sky!
8. "In Autumn"
Text by Anonymous
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1892?
The skies seemed true above thee,
The rose true on the tree,
The bird seemed true the summer through,
But all proved false to me.
World, is there one good thing in you,
Life, love, or death, or what?
Since lips that sang, "I love thee"
Now say "I love thee not."
9. "In my beloved's
eyes"
Text by W. M. Chauvenet
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898
I look'd into the midnight deep,
And saw the steadfast stars,
True sentinels that never sleep
Beyond Earth's prison bars;
I look'd in my beloved's eyes,
And saw her radiant soul,
Still steadfast in the skies
Of love's remotest goal.
10. "Like a sick
eagle"
Text by John Keats (1795-1821)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
The spirit is too weak;
mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
and each imagined pinnacle and steep
of Godlike hardship tells me I must die,
like a sick eagle looking towards the sky.
11. "La fede"
Text by Lodovico Ariosto (1474-1533)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
La fede mai non debbe esser corrotta,
O data a un sol,
O data anchor a cento,
Data in palese,
O data in una grotta!
12. "Love
Song"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1900
Note by Composer:
Leigh Hunt, in his Essays, "Rhyme and Reason," says: "...yet how many
'poems' are there... of which we require no more than the rhymes, to be acquainted with
the whole of them?
You know what the rogues have done by the ends they come to.
For instance, what more is necessary to inform us of all the following gentleman has for
sale, than the bell he tinkles at the end of his cry?
We are as sure of him as the muffin-man.
" Then he quotes the beautiful text, found in the song below.
It is called a "Love Song," but this is not enough; when attached to music, it
becomes a "Morceau du Coeur", a "Romanzo di Central Park" or an
"Intermezzo Table d'hote." "...Was there ever peroration more eloquent?
Ever a series of catastrophes more explanatory of their previous history?"
Text:
Grove,
Rove,
Night,
Delight
Heart,
Impart,
Prove
Love,
Heart,
Impart,
Love,
Prove,
Prove
Love,
Kiss,
Bliss,
Kiss,
Bliss
Blest,
Rest,
Heart,
Impart,
Impart,
Impart,
Love.
13. "Luck and
Work"
Text by Robert Underwood Johnson (1858-1937), from "Poems"
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
While one will search the season over,
To find the magic four-leaved-clover,
Another, with not half the trouble,
Will plant a crop to bear him double.
14. "Majority"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
The Masses! The Masses! The Masses have toiled,
Behold the works of the World!
The Masses are thinking,
Whence comes the thought of the World!
The Masses are singing,
Whence comes the Art of the World!
The Masses are yearning,
Whence comes the hope of the World.
The Masses are dreaming,
Whence comes the visions of God!
God's in His Heaven,
All will be well with the World!
15. "Maple
leaves"
Text by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers:
Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold,
Like coins between a daying miser's fingers.
16.
"Memories", a) and b)
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1897
a) Very Pleasant
We're sitting in the opera house;
We're waiting for the curtain to arise
With wonders for our eyes;
We're feeling pretty gay,
And well we may,
"O, Jimmy, look!" I say,
"The band is tuning up
And soon will start to play."
We whistle and we hum,
Beat time with the drum.
We're sitting in the opera house;
We're waiting for the curtain to arise
With wonders for our eyes,
A feeling of expectancy,
A certain kind of ecstasy,
Expectancy and ecstasy... Sh's's's.
b) Rather Sad
From the street a strain on my ear doth fall,
A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl,"
It is tattered, it is torn,
It shows signs of being worn,
It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn,
'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet,
But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet;
I can see him shuffling down
To the barn or to the town,
A humming.
17. "Holder klingt
der Vogelsang"
Text by Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748-1776)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, "Minnelied", set in German (1892?)
See also:
Johannes Brahms (1833-1897),
"Minnelied" (Love song), op. 71 no. 5 (1877)
Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy (1809-1847),
"Minnelied im Mai", op. 8 no. 1 (1828)
Franz Schubert (1797-1828),
"Minnelied", D. 429 (May 1816), published 1885
Holder klingt der Vogelsang,
Wenn die Engelreine,
Die mein [Jünglingsherz] bezwang
Wandelt durch die Haine.
Röter blühen Tal und Au,
Grüner wird der Wasen,
[Wo die Finger meiner Frau
Maienblumen lasen.]
Ohne sie ist alles tot,
Welk sind Blüt' und Kräuter;
Und kein Frühlingsabendrot
Dünkt mir schön und heiter.
Traute, minnigliche Frau,
Wollest nimmer fliehen;
Daß mein Herz, gleich dieser Au,
Mög' in Wonne blühen!
18. "Mirage"
Text by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1902
The hope I dreamed of was a dream, was but a dream;
and now I wake exceeding comfortless,
and worn and old, for a dream's sake...
My silent heart lie still and break;
Life, and the world, and my own self are changed, for a dream's sake.
19. "Mists"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1910
Low lie the mists; they hide each hill and dell;
The grey skies weep with us who bid farewell.
But happier days through memory weaves a spell,
And brings new hope to hearts who bid farewell.
20. "My Lou
Jennine"
Text by Anonymous
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1891
Has she need of monarch's swaying wand,
Has she need of regent's diamond crown,
Proudest peers in all this land
Bow to that wee jewell'd hand,
For she's a queen,
My Lou Jennine,
Has she lack of real allies,
Ev'ry zealous minion flies
At the bidding of those eyes
Such, such a queen
Is my Lou Jennine.
Royal maiden, yours, your alone
Is the sole sov'reignty I own.
Take my heart for a throne
Pleading in this plaintive tone,
To be my queen,
My Lou Jennine.
21. "My native
land"
Text: paraphrase by Charles Edward Ives (1874-1954), after Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1897
My native land now meets my eye,
The old oaks raise their boughs on high,
Violets greeting seem,
Ah! 'tis a dream.
And when in distant lands I roam,
My heart will wander to my home;
While these visions and fancies teem,
Still let me dream.
22. "Nature's
way"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1908
When the distant evening bell calmly breathes its blessing;
When the moonlight to the trees speaks in words caressing;
When the stars with radiance gaze towards the sleeping flowers,
then does nature bare her soul, giving strength to ours.
23. "Naught that
country needeth"
Text by Henry Alford (1810-1871)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, aria for baritone from a Cantata,
"The Celestial Country" (1899)
Naught that country needeth of these aisles of stone;
Where the Godhead dwelleth, temple there is none.
All saints that in these courts have stood
Are but babes and feeding on childrens food.
On through darkness,
On through sign and token,
On through stars amidst the night,
On to light,
On through darkness,
On through sign and token,
Forward into light!
24. "Nov. 2
1920"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Note in score:
Soliloquy of an old man whose son lies in "Flanders Fields."
It is the day after election; he is sitting by the roadside, looking down the valley
toward the station.
Text:
"It strikes me that some men and women got tired of a big job;
but, over there our men did not quit.
They fought and died that better things might be!
Perhaps some who stayed at home are beginning to forget and to quit.
The pocketbook and certain little things talked loud and noble,
And got in the way; too many readers go by the headlines,
party men will muddle up the facts,
So a good many citizens voted as grandpa always did,
or thought a change for the sake of change seemed natural enough.
`It's raining, lets throw out the weather man,
Kick him out! Kick him out! Kick him out! Kick him out! Kick him!'
Prejudice and politics, and the stand-patters came in strong,
and yelled, `Slide back! Now you're safe, that's the easy way!'
Then the timid smiled and looked relieved,
`We've got enough to eat, to hell with ideals!'
All the old women, male and female, had thier (*) day today,
and the hog-heart came out of his hole,
But he won't stay out long, God always drives him back!
Oh Captain, my Captain!
a heritage we've thrown away;
But we'll find it again, my Captain, Captain, oh my Captain!"
(*) Note by composer:
The assumption, in the text, that the result of our national election in 1920, was a
definite indication, that the country, (at least, the majority-mind) turned its back on a
high purpose is not conclusive.
Unfortunately election returns coming through the present party system prove nothing
conclusively. The voice of the people sounding through the mouth of the parties, becomes
somewhat emasculated.
It is not inconceivable that practical ways may be found for more accurately registering
and expressing popular thought – at least, in relation to the larger primary
problems, which concern us all.
A suggestion to this end (if we may be forgiven a further digression) in the form of a
constitutional amendment together with an article discussing the plan in some detail and
from various aspects, will be gladly sent, by the writer, to any one who is interested
enough to write for it.
Charles Edward Ives
25. "On the
counter"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
Tunes we heard in "ninety two,"
soft and sweet,
always ending "I love you" -
phrases nice and neat;
The same old chords, the same old time,
the same old sentimental sound,
Shades of _ _ _ in new songs abound.
26. "On Judges'
Walk"
Text by Arthur Symons (1865-1945), pub. 1892
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1893/8?
That night on Judges' Walk, the wind
Was as the voice of doom;
The Heath, a lake of darkness, lay
Silent as the tomb.
The vast night brooded, white with stars,
Above the world's unrest;
The awfulness of silence ached
like a strong heart repressed.
That night on Judges' Walk,
We walked beneath the trees,
There was a word we could not say,
Half uttered in the breeze,
That night on Judges' Walk we said
No word at all,
And now no word shall e'er be said
Before the Judgment Day.
27.
"Premonitions"
Text by Robert Underwood Johnson (1858-1937), from "Poems"
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
There's a shadow on the grass
that was never there before,
and the ripples as they pass
whisper of an unseen oar;
And the song we knew by rote,
seems to falter in the throat,
a footfall, scarcely noted,
lingers near the open door.
Omens that were once but jest,
Now are messengers of Fate;
and the blessing held the best
cometh not or comes too late.
Yet what ever life may lack,
not a blown leaf beckons back,
Forward! Forward! is the summons.
Forward! Where new horizons wait.
28. "Qu'il m'irait
bien"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1901
Qu'il m'irait bien, ce ruban vert!
Ce soir à la fête a plus d'une coquette
le coeur battrait moins fier,
Ainsi ta voix chérie exprimait un naïf désir:
Le voilà douce amié,
l'amour veut te l'offrir.
Aux tresses de tes beaux cheveux
que ce réseau s'enlace,
qu'il brille plein degràce;
partout je le suivrai des yeux.
Dans cette foule immense je suis perdu pour toi!
Symbole d'esperance, fais la réver à moi!
29. "Religion"
Text by Dr. James Thompson Bixby (1843-1921), quotations from "Modern Dogmatism"
in his essays "The New World"
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
There is no unbelief.
And day by day and night by night, unconsciously,
The heart lives by faith the lips deny;
God knows the why.
30.
"Resolution"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Walking stronger under distant skies,
Faith e'en needs to mark the sentimental places;
Who can tell where Truth may appear, to guide the journey!
31.
"Rosenzweige"
Text by Karl Stieler (1842-1885), 1879
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1899
See also:
Alexander von Fielitz (1860-1930),
"Rosenzweige", op. 9 no. 3, from Eliland, published 1896
Wohl manchen Rosenzweig brach ich vom Pfade
Am grünen Strand, am grünen Strand;
Es trug der Wind ihn fort an ihr Gestade,
Bis sie ihn fand, bis sie ihn fand.
Sie flocht den Kranz sich draus zum Kirchengange.
O holde Not!
Von meinen Rosen ward ihr Stirn und Wange
So heiß und rot!
32. "Rough wind
that moanest loud"
Text by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, "Rough wind" (1902)
See also:
Frank Bridge (1879-1941), "A dirge"
Rough wind that moanest loud,
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind when sullen cloud
Knells all [the] night long;
Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
Bare woods whose branches stain,
Deep caves and dreary main,
Wail! for the world's wrong.
33.
"Sehnsucht"
Text by Edmund Lobedanz (pub 1841) after the Danish of Christian Winther
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1899
Ich konnte heute nicht schlafen
Mich weckt die Nachtigall!
Mein Ohr ihre Töne trafen
Vom Wald mit hellem Schall.
Mein Fenster, das öffnet' ich leise
Und starrt' in das Nachtrevier
Und ließ die süße Weise
Singen, singen von dir.
Dein denk' ich mit Herz und Munde
Und sende dir meinen Blick,
Du schlugest mir die tiefste Wunde,
Nicht Antwort gibst du zurück,
Nur Seufzer im nächtlichen Winde,
Vom Zweige ein Wink so fern,
Nur kühler, kühler Tau der Linde,
Kalt vom hohen Stern.
Glaub' nicht ich konnte dich vergessen,
Vertrau' der Liebe, der Liebe Macht,
Will tief in das Herz dich pressen,
Und tragen durch Grabesnacht
Zu leuchtendem Sternengefunkel,
Wo Liebe vergehet nicht,
Trotz Tod, Tod und schaurigem Dunkel,
Dich zum Himmelslicht.
34.
"September"
Text by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), from "Early Italian Poets", after
Folgore da San Geminiano (fl. 1309-1317)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
And in September, falcons, astors, merlins, sparrow-hawks;
Decoy birds that lure your game in flocks;
And hounds with bells; crossbows shooting out of sight;
Arblasts and javelins; all birds the best to fly;
And each to each of you shall be lavish still in gifts;
and robbery find no gainsaying;
And if you meet with travellers going by;
Their purses from your purse's flow shall fill;
And Avarice be the only outcast thing!
35. "Serenity"
Text by Whittier
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1919
O, Sabbath rest of Galilee!
O, calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee,
the silence of eternity
Interpreted by love.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
till all our strivings cease:
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
and let our ordered lives confess,
the beauty of thy peace.
36. "Slow
march"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives
One evening just at sunset we laid him in the grave;
Although a humble animal his heart was true and brave.
All the family joined us, in solemn march and slow,
From the garden place beneath the trees and where the sunflowers grow.
37. "So may it
be!"
Text by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old, or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days
To be bound each to each by natural piety.
38. "Song"
Text by Hartley Coleridge (pub 1833)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1894
She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smil'd on me;
Oh! Then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply,
And yet I cease not to behold
The love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
39. "Songs my
mother taught me"
Text by Adolf Heyduk (1835-1923)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1895
Songs my mother taught me in the days long vanished,
Seldom from her eyelids were the tear drops banished.
Now I teach my children each melodious measure;
Often tears are flowing from my memory's treasure.
40. "Spring
song"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1904
Across the hill of late, came spring
and stopped and looked into this wood
and called and called and called.
Now all the dry brown things are ans'wring,
With here a leaf and there a fair blown flow'r,
I only heard her not, and wait and wait.
41. "The
All-enduring"
Text by Anonymous
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1896
Man passes down the way of years,
And ruins mark his trail;
He buildeth and the hand of time
Wipes out his structures frail.
Upon the graves of greatness past
New monuments are placed,
And they in turn by fleeting years
Are ruthlessly effaced.
His hopes, ambitions, loves and hates,
Endure but a single day,
Then by the ever-busy hand of time,
All are swept away.
His glory shineth for a space,
And spreads its light, its brilliant light,
Then fades, then fades,
Into eternal night.
Thrones crumble, fall and are no more,
And nations grand decay,
And power sinks to nothingness,
And wealth abideth but a day.
But to the world no worthy deed,
No worthy thought is ever lost.
Fame from its lofty pedestal
Disdainfully is tost,
But to the world no worthy deed
Or thought is ever lost.
42. "The cage"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1906
A leopard went around his cage
from one side back to the other side;
he stopped only when the keeper came around with meat;
A boy who had been there three hours
began to wonder, "Is life anything like that?"
43. "The
camp-meeting"
Text (partial) by Charles Elliott
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1912
Across the summer meadows fair,
there comes a song of fervent prayer,
It rises radiantly o'er the world,
Exulting, exulting, in the power of God!
Exalting Faith in life above
but humbly, yielding, yielding to His Love.
Just as I am without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
44. "The childrens'
hour"
Text by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1901
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the days occupations,
That is known as Childrens' Hour.
I hear in the chamber above me
the patter of little feet
The sound of a door that is opened
and voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see in the lamplight
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice and laughing Allegra
and Edith with golden hair.
Between the dark and daylight, comes a pause,
That is known as Childrens' Hour.
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