There is a love that cannot die! - And some their doom have met Heart-broken - and gone as stars go by, That rise, and burn, and set. Their days were in Spring's fallen leaf- Tender - and young - and bright - and brief. There is a love that cannot die! - Aye - it survives the grave; When life goes out with many a sigh, And earth takes what it gave, Its light is on the home of those That heed not when the cold wind blows. With us there are sad records left Of life's declining day: How true hearts here were broken and cleft, And how they passed away. And yon dark rock that swells above Its blue lake - has a tale of love. 'T is of an Indian maid, whose fate Was saddened by the burst Of passion, that made desolate The heart it filled at first. Her lover was false-hearted, - yet Her love she never could forget. It was a summer-day, and bright The sun was going down: The wave lay blushing in rich light Beneath the dark rock's frown, And under the green maple's shade Her lover's bridal feast was made. She stood upon the rocky steep, Grief had her heart unstrung, And far across the lake's blue sweep Was heard the dirge she sung. It ceased - and in the deep cold wave The Indian Girl has made her grave.
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "Lover's Rock" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Klaus Miehling , "Lover’s Rock", op. 150 no. 8 (2008) [ baritone and piano ], from Elf Lieder nach Henry W. Longfellow, no. 8 [sung text not yet checked]
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