by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Oh he is gone
Language: English
Oh, he is gone and I am here Aye me, aye me, why are we thus divided, My sight in his eyes did appear, My soul by his soul's thought was guided, Then come again, my all, my life, my being, Soul's zeal, heart's joy, ear's jest, eye's only seeing. Come, sable care, seize on my heart, Take up the rooms that joys once filled. Nature's sweet bliss is slain by Art, Absence black frost life's spring hath killed. Then come again, my love, my dear, my treasure, My bliss, my fate, my end, my hope's full measure.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Oh he is gone" [voice, lute, viol] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ross Klatte
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-10
Line count: 12
Word count: 98