by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Whither runneth my sweet hart
Language: English
Whither runneth my sweetheart? Stay awhile, prithee. Not too fast! Too much haste Maketh waste. But if thou wilt needs depart Take my love with thee. Thy mind Doth bind Me to no vile condition; So doth Thy truth Prevent me of suspicion. Go thy ways, then, where thou please — So I am by thee. Day and night I delight In thy sight. Never grief on me did seize When thou wast nigh me. My strength At length That scorned thy fair commandings Hath not Forgot The price of rash withstandings. Now my thoughts are free from strife. Sweet, let me kiss thee. Now can I Willingly Wish to die, For I do but loathe my life When I do miss thee. Come prove My love, My heart is not disguised. Love shown And known Ought not to be despised.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Whither runneth my sweet hart", published 1601 [voice and lute], from the collection Second Book of Songs and Airs [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ross Klatte
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-10
Line count: 39
Word count: 141