by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
I've sometimes thought it was your eyes
Language: English
I've sometimes thought it was your eyes, sometimes your voice, bade my indifferent heart arise and make its choice. [I've counted o'er your separate ways, My dearest mate, Searching for what peculiar grace Contained my fate.]1 Vain task! I love you. dearest one. For all you are — The charm of heaven hangs not upon A single star.
About the headline (FAQ)
View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with the journal Farm and Fireside, Oct. 1st 1897, p. 12, where it appeared as a citation or reprint from the Washington Star.
1 MacFadyen:I've counted over all your ways, My sweet, my mate, And wondered which the sep'rate grace that holds my fate.
Text Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "The True Charm" [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 Alexander MacFadyen (1879 - 1936), "Why I love you" [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2021-08-17
Line count: 12
Word count: 59