by Mary Mackay (1855 - 1924), as Marie Corelli
I dare to love thee
Language: English
As the billow flings shells on the shore, As the sun poureth light on the sea... As a lark on the wing scatters song to the spring, So rushes my love to thee, As the ivy clings close to the tower, As the dew lieth deep in a flower, As the shadow to light, as the day unto night, So clings my wild soul to thee! As the moon glitters coldly alone, Above earth on her cloud-woven throne, As the rocky-bound cave repulses a wave, So thy anger repulses me. As the bitter black frost of a night Slays the roses with pitiless might, As a sharp dagger-thrust hurls a king to the dust, So thy cruelty murdereth me. Yet in spite of thy queenly disdain, Thou art seared by my passion and pain. Thou shalt hear me repeat, Till I die for it sweet! I love thee! I love thee! I love thee! I dare to love thee! To love...
Authorship:
- by Mary Mackay (1855 - 1924), as Marie Corelli [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 Francesco Paolo Tosti (1846 - 1916), "I dare to love thee", 1892 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 2 times]
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Word count: 161