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She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand. Till Daffodils had come and gone I cannot tell the sum, And then she ceased to bear it -- And with the Saints sat down. No more her patient figure At twilight soft to meet -- No more her timid bonnet Upon the village street -- But Crowns instead, and Courtiers -- And in the midst so fair, Whose but her shy -- immortal face Of whom we're whispering here?
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Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Unpublished poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1935 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]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 Gordon Getty (b. 1933), "She bore it" [ soprano and piano ], from The White Election - A Song Cycle for soprano and piano on 32 poems of Emily Dickinson, Part 1 : The Pensive Spring, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by George Perle (1915 - 2009), "She bore it till the simple veins" [ voice and piano ], from Thirteen Dickinson Songs, no. 13 [sung text not yet checked]
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2004-06-02
Line count: 16
Word count: 87
Sie trug es, bis die Adern ihr blau traten aus der Hand, bis gramvoll um ihr stilles Aug ein dunkler Schatten stand. Bis, weiß nicht wie oft, Lenz um Lenz erblühte, wieder ging, sie ’s nicht mehr trug und sich begab zur Schar der Heilgen hin. Nicht länger sieht im Dämmer man tief gebeugt sie gehn nie mehr ihr zages Häubchen auf Straß’ und Platz zu sehn. Stattdessen Kron und Adel - in ihrer Mitt als Zier die scheue Unvergessene, die hoch wir achten hier.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Unpublished poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1935
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-04
Line count: 16
Word count: 84
