My Life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, e'er the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die; Yet on the rose's humble head The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if they wept the waste to see, But none shall weep a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moons pale ray; Its hold is frail, its date is brief, Tis restless soon to pass away; Yet when that leaf shall fall and fade The parent tree will mourn its shade The winds bewail the leafless tree, But none shall weep a tear for me.
- by Richard Henry Wilde (1789 - 1847) [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 Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "None shall weep a tear for me", published 1860. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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