by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
When I am dying, let me know
That I loved the blowing snow
Although it stung like whips;
That I loved all lovely things
And I tried to take their stings
With gay unembittered lips;
That I loved with all my strength,
To my soul's full depth and length,
Careless if my heart must break,
That I sang as children sing
Fitting tunes to everything,
Loving life for its own sake.

Composition:

    Set to music by Juliana Hall (b. 1958), "A prayer", 2015, copyright © 2017, first performed 2016 [ vocal duet for soprano and mezzo-soprano with piano ], from Music like a curve of gold, no. 2, E. C. Schirmer Music Company, Inc., a division of ECS Publishing Group

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This text was added to the website: 2016-03-01
Line count: 12
Word count: 71