by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)
Something Tapped
Language: English
Something tapped on the pane of my room When there was never a trace Of wind or rain, and I saw in the gloom My weary Beloved's face. "O I am tired of waiting," she said, "Night, morn, noon, afternoon; So cold it is in my lonely bed, And I thought you would join me soon!" I rose and neared the window-glass, But vanished thence had she: Only a pallid moth, alas, Tapped at the pane for me.
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Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), appears in Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses, first published 1919 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Andrew Downes (1950 - 2023), "Something Tapped", op. 29 no. 2 (1983), from Old Love's Domain, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Joelle Wallach (b. 1946), "Something Tapped", from Mourning Madrigals, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
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Word count: 82