by Samuel Rogers (1763 - 1855)
Over the stone (Tros y garreg)
Language: English
Sleep on, and dream of heaven a while, Though shut so close thy laughing eyes; Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move and breathe delicious sighs. Ah! now soft blushes tinge her cheeks, And mantle to her neck of snow! Ah! now she murmurs, now she speaks, What most I wish, yet fear to know. She starts! she trembles! and she weeps! Her fair hands folded on her breast, -- And now, how like a saint she sleeps, A seraph in the realms of rest! Sleep on secure, above controul, Thy thoughts belong to heav'n and thee; And may the secrets of thy soul Be held in reverence by me.
Authorship:
- by Samuel Rogers (1763 - 1855) [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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Over the stone (Tros y garreg)", JHW. XXXII/4 no. 355, Hob. XXXIb no. 17. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2011-09-19
Line count: 16
Word count: 111