Leave, O leave me to my sorrows; Here I'll sit and fade away, Till I'm nothing but a spirit, And I lose this form of clay. Then if chance along this forest Any walk in pathless ways, Thro' the gloom he'll see my shadow Hear my voice upon the breeze.
Seven songs , opus 9
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
1. A song of sorrow  [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter XI [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Young love  [sung text not yet checked]
Are not the joys of morning sweeter Than the joys of night? And are the vigorous joys of youth Ashamèd of the light? Let age and sickness silent rob The vineyards in the night; But those who burn with vigorous youth Pluck fruits before the light.
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, from Life, Vol. II, first published 1863 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Love's secret  [sung text not yet checked]
Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told [can]1 be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, [Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears]2 -- Ah, she [doth]3 depart. Soon as she was gone from me [A traveller came by]4 Silently, invisibly -- He took her with a sigh.
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Love's Secret" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Stöhr: "shall"
2 Stöhr: "Trembling between hope and fear"
3 Stöhr: "did"
4 Stöhr: "A boy chanced going by"
Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Johann Winkler
4. Cupid  [sung text not yet checked]
Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he ? He should have been a girl, For aught that I can see. For he shoots with his bow, And a girl shoots with her eye; And they both are merry and glad And laugh when we do cry. And to make Cupid a boy Was surely a woman's plan, For a boy never learns to mock Till he has become a man : And then he is so pierced through And wounded with arrowy smarts, That the whole business of his life Is to pick out the heads of the darts.
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Cupid" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. In a myrtle shade  [sung text not yet checked]
Why should I be bound to thee, O my lovely Myrtle-tree? Love, free Love, cannot be bound To any tree that grows on ground. O! how sick and weary I Underneath my Myrtle lie; Like to dung upon the ground, Underneath my Myrtle bound. Oft my Myrtle sigh'd in vain To behold my heavy chain: Oft my Father saw us sigh, And laugh'd at our simplicity. So I smote him, and his gore Stain'd the roots my Myrtle bore. But the time of youth is fled, And grey hairs are on my head.
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]6. The wild flower's song  [sung text not yet checked]
As I wander'd the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a wild flower Singing a song: "I slept in the dark In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. "In the morning I went As rosy as morn To seek for a new Joy, But I met with scorn."
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "The wild flower's song", from Life, Vol. II, first published 1863 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]7. Daybreak  [sung text not yet checked]
To find the Western path, Right thro' the Gates of Wrath I urge my way; Sweet Mercy leads me on With soft repentant moan: I see the break of day. The war of swords and spears, Melted by dewy tears, Exhales on high; The Sun is freed from fears, And with soft grateful tears Ascends the sky.
Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Morning", written c1800-10, from the Rossetti manuscript, part II [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- RUS Russian (Русский) [singable] (Dmitri Smirnov) , copyright © 1981, (re)printed on this website with kind permission