East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon,
West o' the Moon, and far away,
Beyond the night, beyond the day
There lies a country fair to see,
With apple-orchards green and boon.
Some day we'll travel there, maybe,
Ere heads grow gray, and lamps burn low
Heigho, heigho!
East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon,
East o' the Sun, and far away,
The time is always afternoon,
The month is always early May.
And ships we never thought to see
Ride lightly in the bays below,
Green groves of elm and willow tree,
Heigho, heigho!
East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon,
For happy hearts who enter there,
No discord spoils the idlest tune
Nor gray steals into golden hair;
Nor any lily fears the snow.
Unending noon, unending May —
Yet Love is shy of entering there,
And dwells where life is not so fair,
Far, very far, and far away —
Heigho, heigho!
I am busy working to bring Nora Hopper Chesson's "Sighing Song" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Nora Hopper Chesson's life and contributions to literature.
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