by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The serenade
Language: English
My bliss too long my bride denies, Apace the wafting summer flies, Nor yet the wintry blasts I fear, Nor storms or night shall keep me here. What may for strength with steel compare? Oh love, has fetters stronger far; By bolts of steel are limbs confin'd, But cruel love enchains the mind. No longer then perplex thy breast When thoughts torment, the first are best. 'Tis mad to go, 'tis death to stay. Away, my Jesse, haste away.
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 Thomas Augustine Arne (1710 - 1778), "The serenade" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2009-01-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 79