Who knows if we shall meet again? Behind each parting lurks a fear; We smile to hide the haunting pain-- The rising tear. You tell me we shall meet, but where? The way is dark, the world is wide. I only know, in my despair, Our paths divide. You say that we shall meet, but how? The years slip by and make us old; 'Tis easy to forget love's vow, If hearts grow cold. Why part then, if we do not know? (Dear God, if one of us should die!) I cannot, dare not let thee go; Say not, "Good-bye!"
Two Songs , opus 76
by Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944)
1. Separation  [sung text checked 1 time]
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tirèd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
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- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, appears in Poems, in The Lotos-Eaters, in Choric Song, no. 1, first published 1832
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