by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918)
Oh, let the night speak of me See original
Language: English
Oh, let the night speak of me, for day Knows not how breaks with woe my heart; Day knows not how I mournful stray, Weeping for thee, so dear thou art. The sad night weeps with me, and lays Her tear-wet cheek against my own; Although I walk in sun-lit ways, Still doth my heart in darkness moan. The night shall speak of me, and say All things to thee I dare not show; And to thy dreams my love display, Till thou art melted by my woe!
Composition:
- Set to music by George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "Oh, let the night speak of me", from Lyrics from "Told in the Gate", no. 10
Text Authorship:
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918), no title, appears in Told in the Gate, first published 1892
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Word count: 88