by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The Spring of Joy Is Dry
Language: English
The Spring of Joy is dry, That ran into my heart; And all my comforts fly: My Love and I must part. Farewell, my Love, I go, If fate will have it so. Yet to content us both Return again, as doth The shadow to the hour, The bee unto the flower, The fish unto the hook, The cattle to the brook, That we may sport our fill, And love continue still.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Martin Peerson (or Pearson) (1571?3? - 1650?1?), "The Spring of Joy Is Dry" [sung text checked 1 time]
- by John Theodore Livingston Raynor (1909 - 1970), "The Spring of Joy is Dry", op. 285 (1951) [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-04-25
Line count: 14
Word count: 72