I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine.
by George Sainton Kaye Butterworth (1885 - 1916)
1. I fear thy kisses  [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), no title, first published 1882 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Sloky (Shelley 2)", Prague, J. Otto, first published 1901
2. Requiescat  [sung text not yet checked]
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast. I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Requiescat", from Poems, first published 1881 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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