by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Fly to the desert, fly with me
Language: English
Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; But oh! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love or thrones without? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there The acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in the wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope The silvery-footed antelope As gracefully and gayly springs As o'er the marble courts of kings. Then come, -- thy Arab maid will be The loved and lone acacia-tree, The antelope, whose feet shall bless With their light sound thy loneliness. Oh! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought; As if the very lips and eyes Predestined to have all our sighs, And never be forgot again, Sparkled and spoke before as then! So came thy every glance and tone, When first on me they breathed and shone; New, as if brought from other spheres, Yet welcome as if loved for years! Then fly with me, if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, -- Fresh as the fountain underground, When first 't is by the lapwing found. But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipped image from its base, To give to me the ruined place; Then, fare thee well! -- I 'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine!
S. Coleridge-Taylor sets stanzas 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 4
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Confirmed with The World's Best Poetry, Bliss Carman, et al., eds., Philadelphia: John D. Morris & Co., 1904.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), no title [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 Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875 - 1912), "Nourmahal's Song", subtitle: "Scena for Contralto + Piano/ or Orchestra", c1895, first performed 2023, stanzas 1,2,4,7,8,4 [ contralto and piano ], Holograph manuscript, Royal College of Music Library, London MS 4938a [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Horatia Feilding , "The song of Nourmahal", published 1830? [ chorus and piano ], from Six songs, no. 2, London : T. Boosey & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-06-27
Line count: 44
Word count: 293