by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

Composition:

    Set to music by Lori Laitman (b. 1955), "The kiss", 1997-8, first performed 1998 [ baritone or mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Mystery, no. 3

Text Authorship:

See other settings of this text.


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-02-11
Line count: 8
Word count: 50