by William Charles Scully (1855 - 1943)
As the buds look up
Language: English
As the buds look up In a hushed surprise, When Spring steps down From the wint'ry skies, My life awoke When I felt your eyes. As a spirit strayed In the void of space, That a seraph leads To its long lost place, My heart went home When I knew your face. Arise, O Love, Let thy soul meet mine, Let us quaff the chalice Of Life's rich wine; Let the sun, the stars, On our faces shine. With a wreath of joys Let us crown the years, With a shield of smiles Let us conquer fears, Ere Time's hand give us The bowl of tears. What can I do That am but thy thrall, What word of mine On thine ear should fall, What can I give thee, Thou, that art my all?
Authorship:
- by William Charles Scully (1855 - 1943), appears in Poems, London: T. Fisher Unwin, p. 52, 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 Frances Allitsen (1848 - 1912), "As the buds look up", published 1905 [ voice and piano ], from Moods and Tenses (Phases in a Love Drama) - Cycle of Eight Songs, no. 3, London, New York: Boosey & Co. [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2012-08-12
Line count: 30
Word count: 134