The April night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree; Peace comes to them on quiet feet, But not to me. My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be, Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me.
Two Poems of Sara Teasdale
Song Cycle by Jeremiah Evans (b. 1978)
Publisher: Sheet Music Direct (external link)2. But Not to Me  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "But Not To Me"
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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]12. A Cry  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.
Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "A cry", appears in Rivers to the Sea, first published 1915
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Total word count: 97
