Song Cyclette of Three Girls' Love Songs

Song Cycle by Leonard J[ordan] Lehrman (b. 1949)

Word count: 248

1. Love's secret [sung text not yet checked]

Never [seek]1 to tell thy love 
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears --
Ah, she doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently, invisibly --
[He took her with a sigh.]2

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1 alternatively, "pain" (Baker, Hagen and possibly some others)
2 ? : "O, was no deny."

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

2. When I am dead, my dearest [sung text checked 1 time]

When I am dead, my dearest,
  Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
  Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
  With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
  And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
  I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
  Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
  That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
  And haply may forget.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Nach meinem Tode, Liebster", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Canzone", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

3. Sweet and low [sung text checked 1 time]

Sweet and low, sweet and low
   Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
   Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
   Blow him again to me,
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
   Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
   Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
   Under the silver moon!
Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep.

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  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Sanft und sacht", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Note: The Princess: A Medley was first published in 1847. This poem was added in the 1850 edition.

Researcher for this text: Virginia Knight