by Gerda Dalliba (1885 - 1913)
Not now, not yet, for me; but I am grown
Language: English
Not now, not yet, for me; but I am grown In lordly pride, I see thee I rejoice. Thine the loud music! Thine the plenteous voice! Thine is the seed and sod and seeds re-sown! Thine the completion! Thine the crown and throne! Thine all the impulse! Thine the kept estate! Thine the kissed pilgrim waiting at the gate! Thine all the world, and all the sky thine own! Oh, how can I be sad when thou hast come To tilt the mountains over and climb on, Like some lost seraph stalking to the cloud! I speak thee in these vain words and am dumb; Nay, I but tune my trumpet Protean; I beckon to thee and I call aloud!
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Confirmed with Gerda Dalliba, Poems, New York, Duffield and Company, 1921, page 42.
Text Authorship:
- by Gerda Dalliba (1885 - 1913), "My cry to the one" [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- by Ildebrando Pizzetti (1880 - 1968), "My cry", 1919 [ voice and piano ], unpublished [sung text not yet checked]
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