I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night, I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests, and blue days at sea. I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom; And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
Aspects of Love
Song Cycle by Karl Richard Korte (b. 1928)
?. I will make you brooches  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894), no title, appears in Songs of Travel and other verses, no. 11, first published 1896 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (David Paley) , "Romanze", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Lucio Forte) , "Farò spille e balocchi per tua delizia", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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8. My silks and fine array  [sung text not yet checked]
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heav'n, When springing buds unfold; O why to him was't giv'n, Whose heart is wintry cold? His breast is love's all worship'd tomb, Where all love's pilgrims come. Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding sheet; When I my grave have made, Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay, True love doth pass away!
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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