Here is the poem: There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed – A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed As should a Face supposed the Grave's Emerge a single Noon In the Vermilion that it wore Affect us, and return – Two Seasons, it is said, exist – The Summer of the Just, And this of Ours, diversified With Prospect, and with Frost – May not our Second with its First So infinite compare That We but recollect the one The other to prefer?

Here are the lyrics I created for the song based on the poem: There is a June when corn is cut And Roses in the Seed – A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed.             Two seasons, it is said, exist –           The Summer of the Just,           And this of Ours, diversified           With Prospect, and with Frost –             May not our Second with its First           So infinite compare           That We be recollect the one           The other to prefer?   As should a Face supposed the Grave’s Emerge a single Noon In the Vermillion that it wore Affect us, and return –             Two seasons, it is said, exist –           The Summer of the Just,           And this of Ours, diversified           With Prospect, and with Frost –             May not our Second with its First           So infinite compare           That We be recollect the one           The other to prefer?

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Below:  A piano version of the song -- no singing.  Alas, I don't sing.  ; )

The poem: ​ By Emily Dickinson: The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago – And now she turns Her perfect Face Upon the World below – Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde – Her Cheek – a Beryl hewn – Her Eye unto the Summer Dew The likest I have known – Her Lips of Amber never part – But what must be the smile Upon Her Friend she could confer Were such Her Silver Will – And what a privilege to be But the remotest Star – For Certainty She take Her Way Beside Your Palace Door – Her Bonnet is the Firmament – The Universe – Her Shoe – The Stars – the Trinkets at Her Belt – Her Dimities – of Blue –

The lyrics based on the poem: ​ The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago And now she turns Her perfect face Upon the World below –   Her Forehead is amplest Blonde Her cheek – a Beryl hewn – Her Eye unto the Summer Dew The likest I have known--          And what a priv’lege to be        But the remotest Star        For Certainty she takes her way        Beside your palace door   The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago And now she turns Her perfect face Upon the World below –   Her bonnet’s the firmament The Universe – Her shoe The stars – the trinkets at her Belt In her sea of blue          And what a priv’lege to be        But the remotest Star        For Certainty she takes her way        Beside your palace door

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Here's the poem: There’s hanging moss And holly And tall straight pine About this little cabin In the wood.   Inside A crackling fire, Warm red wine, And youth and life And laughter That is good.   Outside The world is gloomy, The winds of winter cold, As down the road A wandering poet Must roam.   But here there’s peace And laughter And love’s old story told – Where two people Make a home.

Here are the lyrics I arranged based on the poem: There’s hanging moss  And holly  And one, tall straight pine  About this little cabin  In the wood.              And here there’s peace            And laughter            And love’s old story told—            Where two, two people            Make a home.            Where two, two people            Make a home.    Inside  A crackling fire,  And kindness and warmth  About this little cabin  That is good.              And here there’s peace            And laughter            And love’s old story told—            Where two, two people            Make a home.            Where two, two people            Make a home.    Outside  The gloomy winds  Of winter are cold,  Where one wandering poet  Must roam.              And here there’s peace            And laughter            And love’s old story told—            Where two, two people            Make a home.            Where two, two people            Make a home.  ​

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Here's the poem: The Sun – just touched the Morning – The Morning – Happy thing – Supposed that He had come to dwell – And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer – A Raised – Ethereal Thing! Henceforth – for Her – What Holiday! Meanwhile – Her wheeling King – Trailed – slow – along the Orchards – His haughty – spangled Hems – Leaving a new necessity! The want of Diadems! The Morning – fluttered – staggered – Felt feebly – for Her Crown – Her unanointed forehead – Henceforth – Her only One!

Below:  When I say my notes were nothing but "chicken scratch," I wasn't joking:

Here are the complete lyrics: The Sun – just touched the Morning – The Morning – Happy thing – Supposed that He had come to dwell – And Life would all be Spring! Supposed that He had come to dwell – And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer – A Raised – Ethereal Thing! Henceforth – for Her – What Holiday! For Her – What Holiday! Meanwhile – Her wheeling King – Trailed – slow – along the Orchards – His haughty – spangled Hems – Leaving new necessity! The want of Diadems! The Morning – fluttered – staggered – Felt feebly – for Her Crown – Her unanointed forehead – Henceforth – Her only One!

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Here is the poem by Cummings: ​when god lets my body be   from each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom   the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing   a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes   will lay between their little breasts my strong fingers beneath the snow   into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass   their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be   with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

Here is how I changed the poem to create the lyrics: When god lets my body be When god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout,      shall sprout a tree When god lets my body be   When god lets my body be A rose shall beget the spring That maidens whom passion wastes Will lay between their breasts When god lets my body be Lets my body be When god lets my body be   My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go My love walking in the grass Their wings will touch with her face Touch with her face   When god lets my body be When god lets my body be My heart shall be Forever with the sea When god lets my body be Lets my body be When god lets my body be. ​

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The last Night that She lived, It was a Common Night, Except the Dying – this to Us Made Nature different We noticed smallest things – Things overlooked before By this great light upon our Minds Italicized –as 'twere. As We went out and in Between Her final Room And Rooms where Those to be were, a Blame That others could exist While She must finish quite A Jealousy for Her arose So nearly infinite – We waited while she passed – It was a narrow time – Too jostled were Our Souls to speak At length the notice came She mentioned, and forgot – Then lightly as a Reed Bent to the Water, struggle scarce – Consented, and was dead – And We – We placed the Hair – And drew the Head erect – And then an awful leisure was Belief to regulate –

The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying – this to Us Made nature different                                            We noticed smallest things – Things overlooked before By this great light upon our Minds Italicized – as it were.             As We went out and in           Between Her final Room           And Rooms where Those to be alive           Tomorrow were, a Blame             The Others could exist           While She must finish quite           A Jealousy for Her arose           So nearly infinite –   We waited while She passed – It was a narrow time – Too jostled were Our Souls to speak At length the notice came.   She mentioned, and forgot – Then lightly as a Reed Bent to the Water, struggled scarce – Consented, and was dead –             As We went out and in             Between Her final Room           And Rooms where Those to be alive           Tomorrow were, a Blame             The Other could exist           While She must finish quite           A Jealousy for Her arose           So nearly infinite –   The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying – this to Us Made nature different   And We – we placed the Hair And drew the Head erect – And then an awful leisure was Belief to regulate –              As We went out and in             Between Her final Room           And Rooms where Those to be alive           Tomorrow were, a Blame             The Other could exist           While She must finish quite           A Jealousy for Her arose           So nearly infinite –

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Alas, I don't sing -- but you can listen to hte music below.  However, I did not take the repeat.   I only played through the song once so that you could hear the melody, and then I went to the ending.