by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
I knew you thought of me all night,
I knew, though you were far away;
  I felt your love blow over me
  As if a dark wind-riven sea
Drenched me with quivering spray.

There are so many ways to love
And each way has its own delight --
  Then be content to come to me
  Only as spray the beating sea
Drives inland through the night.

Composition:

    Set to music by Lori Laitman (b. 1955), "Spray", 1997-8, first performed 1998 [ baritone or mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Mystery, no. 2

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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-04
Line count: 10
Word count: 65