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6 Songs

Song Cycle by Paul Amadeus Pisk (1893 - 1990)

?. Longing  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For [then]1 the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to [all the rest as]2 me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say - My love! why [sufferest]3 thou? 

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For [then]1 the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Text Authorship:

  • by Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888), "Longing", appears in Empedocles on Etna, and Other Poems, no. 6, first published 1852

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Confirmed with Empedocles on Etna, and Other Poems B Fellowes, London, 1852, Page 83.

1 Emery: "so"
2 Emery, Fax, and Somervell: "others as to"
3 Bridge and Fax: "suff'rest"

Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Ted Perry , Iain Sneddon [Guest Editor] , Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

?. A birthday  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
My heart is like a singing bird
  Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
  Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
  That paddles in a [purple]1 sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
  Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of [silk and down]2;
  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
  In leaves and [silver]3 fleur-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
  Is come, my love, is come to me.

Text Authorship:

  • by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), "A birthday"

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1 Aldridge, Hall: "halcyon"
2 Parry: "purple and gold"
3 Aldridge: "tiny"

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 231
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