Let it be you who lean above me On my last day, Let it be you who shut my eyelids Forever and aye. Say a "Goodnight" as you have said it All of these years, With the old look, with the old whisper And without tears. You will know then all that in silence You always knew, Though I have loved, I loved no other As I loved you.
Let it be you
by Simon Sargon (b. 1938)
1. Let it be you  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), first published <<1925
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Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Garth Baxter , Paul Ezust [Guest Editor]2. Wind Elegy  [sung text checked 1 time]
Only the wind knows he is gone, Only the wind grieves, The sun shines, the fields are sown, Sparrows mate in the eaves; But I heard the wind in the pines he planted And the hemlocks overhead, "His acres wake, for the year turns, But he is asleep," it said.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Wind Elegy (W.E.W.)"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Élégie au vent", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Des Windes Klage (W.E.W.)", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Note: According to Carol Schoen, in Sara Teasdale, Twayne Publishers, 1986, page 150, the "W.E.W." in the title refers to W. E. Wheeler, in memory of whom the poem is written.
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3. Barter  [sung text checked 1 time]
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things; Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell; Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And, for [the]1 Spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. [Give]2 all you have for loveliness; Buy it, and never count the cost! For one white, singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost; And for a breath of ecstasy, Give all you have been, or could be.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Barter", appears in Love Songs, first published 1917
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Love Songs, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1917, page 3.
1 Hall: "your"2 Bachlund, Hall: "Spend"
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4. Let it be forgotten  [sung text checked 1 time]
Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold. Let it be forgotten forever and ever. Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone [asks]1, say it was forgotten, Long and long ago. As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed foot-fall In a long forgotten snow.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Let it be forgotten", appears in Flame and Shadow, first published 1920
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Qu'il soit oublié", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Mills: "should ask"
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5. There will be rest  [sung text checked 1 time]
There will be rest, and sure stars shining Over the roof-tops crowned with snow, A reign of rest, serene forgetting, The music of stillness holy and low. I will make this world of my devising Out of a dream in my lonely mind. I shall find the crystal of peace, – above me Stars I shall find.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "There will be rest"
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