by Richard Watson Gilder (1844 - 1909)
Thistle‑down
Language: English
Fly, thistle-down, fly From my lips to the lips that I love! Fly through the morning light, Flee through the shadowy night, Over the sea and the land, Quick as the lark Through twilight and dark, Through lightning and thunder; Till no longer asunder We stand; For thy touch like the lips of her lover Moves her being to mine— We are one in a swoon divine! Fly, thistle-down, fly From my lips to the lips that I love!
Authorship:
- by Richard Watson Gilder (1844 - 1909), "Thistle-down" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "Thistle-down", op. 72 (Five Songs) no. 2 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2022-10-06
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