2024 | 4 minutes
Soprano
Piano
by Ben Jonson
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears; Yet slower, yet, O faintly, gentle springs! List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her division, when she sings. Droop herbs and flowers; Fall grief in showers; Our beauties are not ours. O, I could still, Like melting snow upon some craggy hill, Drop, drop, drop, drop, Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil.
Emma Clark, soprano
Stephen Eckert, piano
Recorded May 15, 2024