by William Blake (1757 - 1827)
True love doth pass away Matches base text
Language: English
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heav'n, When springing buds unfold; O why to him was't giv'n, Whose heart is wintry cold? His breast is love's all worship'd tomb, Where all love's pilgrims come. Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding sheet; When I my grave have made, Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay, True love doth pass away!
Composition:
- Set to music by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "True love doth pass away" [ voice and piano ]
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827)
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Line count: 18
Word count: 100