Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain, While rainy evening drips to misty night, And misty night to cloudy morning clears, And clouds disperse across the gathering light, And birds grow noisy, and the sun appears Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn, How sharp an anguish even at the best, When all's requited and the future sworn, The happy Hour can leave within the breast, I had not so come running at the call Of one whoe loves me little, if at all.
Fatal Interview
Song Cycle by Ellis Bonoff Kohs (b. 1916)
?. Post mortem  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
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- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), appears in Fatal Interview, first published 1931
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Researcher for this page: Robert Manno?. Immortality  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Since of no creature living the last breath Is twice required, or twice the ultimate pain, Seeing how to quit your arms is very death, 'Tis likely that I shall not die again; And likely 'tis that Time whose gross decree Sends now the dawn to clamour at our door, Thus having done his evil worst to me, Will thrust me by, will harry me no more. When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost, To haunt the scene where I was happiest, To bend above the thing I loved the most; And rise, and wring my hands, and steal away As I do now, before the advancing day.
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- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), no title, appears in Fatal Interview, first published 1931
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Absence  [sung text not yet checked]
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Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane I shall be dead or I shall be with you! No moral concept can outweigh the pain Past rack and wheel this absence puts me through; Faith, honour, pride, endurance, what the tongues Of tedious men will say, or what the law -- For which of these do I fill up my lungs With brine and fire at every breath I draw? Time, and to spare, for patience by and by, Time to be cold and time to sleep alone; Let me no more until the hour I die Defraud my innocent senses of their own. Before this moon shall darken, say of me: She's in her grave, or where she wants to be.
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- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), no title, appears in Fatal Interview, first published 1931
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Farewell  [sung text not yet checked]
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I said, seeing how the winter gale increased, Even as waxed within us and grew strong The ancient tempest of desire, “At least, It is the season when the nights are long. Well flown, well shattered from the summer hedge The early sparrow and the opening flowers!— Late climbs the sun above the southerly edge These days, and sweet to love those added hours.” Alas, already does the dark recede, And visible are the trees against the snow. Oh, monstrous parting, oh, perfidious deed, How shall I leave your side, how shall I go? … Unnatural night, the shortest of the year, Farewell! 'Tis dawn. The longest day is here.
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- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), no title, appears in Fatal Interview, first published 1931
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Perfidious prince  [sung text not yet checked]
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Shall I be prisoner till my pulses stop To hateful Love and drag his noisy chain, And bait my need with sugared crusts that drop From jeweled fingers neither kind nor clean?— Mewed in an airless cavern where a toad Would grieve to snap his gnat and lay him down, While in the light along the rattling road Men shout and chaff and drive their wares to town?… Perfidious Prince, that keep me here confined, Doubt not I know the letters of my doom: How many a man has left his blood behind To buy his exit from this mournful room These evil stains record, these walls that rise Carved with his torment, steamy with his sighs.
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- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), no title, appears in Fatal Interview, first published 1931
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