by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918)
In mead where roses bloom
Language: English
In mead, where roses bloom, I saw a withered rose. "Ah," sighed I, "how has doom struck thee, as love's fierce woes have blighted my sad heart, faint with their bitter smart." "I dreamed," the rose replied, "my nightingale was near; morn waked me, and denied that dream's beguilement dear. Bereft and lone, I die, since love no more is nigh." "Alas, poor rose," I wept, "Thy lot and mine are one. Joy found me, where I slept, but fled, when sleep was done. Why could not morn delay until the judgment day?"
Authorship:
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918), appears in Told in the Gate, first published 1892 [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 George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "In mead where roses bloom", from Lyrics from "Told in the Gate", no. 8 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-04-20
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Word count: 93