by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
A complaint
Language: English
There is a change -- and I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A fountain at my fond heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count! Blest was I then all bliss above! Now, for that consecrated fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? Shall I dare to tell? A comfortless and hidden well. A well of love -- it may be deep -- I trust it is, -- and never dry: What matter? If the waters sleep In silence and obscurity. -- Such change, and at the very door Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
Authorship:
- by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), "A complaint" [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 Robert Owens (1925 - 2017), "A complaint", op. 21 no. 3 [baritone and piano], from 4 Motivations for Baritone and Piano, no. 3. [ sung text not verified ]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-26
Line count: 18
Word count: 118