Music - (Twelve Translations From Charles Baudelaire)

"I heard a voice that cried, "Make way for those who died!"         And all the coloured crowd like ghosts at morning fled;         And dow"

"There is a wood where the fairies dance         All night long in a ring of mushrooms daintily,         By each tree bole sits a squirrel"

"So proud your port, your arm so powerful,              With such a grip you grip the goddess' hair,              That one might take you,"

"When London was a little town         Lean by the river's marge,         The poet paced it with a frown,         He thought it very large"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"