Four Songs from The Weary Blues

by Florence Beatrice Price (1887 - 1953)

1. My dream  [sung text not yet checked]

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To fling my arms wide
In some place in the sun,
To whirl and dance
Till the bright day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes gently,
       Dark like me, —
That is my dream !

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
       Black like me.

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2. Songs to the dark virgin  [sung text not yet checked]

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Would that I were a jewel,
a shattered jewel, 
That all my shining brilliants
might fall at thy feet,
Thou dark one.

Would that I were a garment,
A shimmering silken garment
That all my folds might wrap about thy body,
Absorb thy body, 
Hold and hide thy body,
Thou dark one.

Would that I were a flame,
But one sharp, leaping flame
To annihilate thy body,
Thou dark one.

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3. Ardella  [sung text not yet checked]

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I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

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4. Dream Ships  [sung text not yet checked]

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The spring is not so beautiful there --
  But dream ships sail away
To where the spring is wondrous rare
  And life is gay.

The spring is not so beautiful there --
  But lads put out to sea 
Who carry beauties in their hearts
  And dreams, like me.

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Total word count: 222