by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Turn not away!
Language: English
Turn not away! Turn not away From the fond heart thou hast slighted; Scorn not my dream, Bright as the beam E'er by thy cold frown benighted. E'er by thy cold frown benighted E'er by thy cold frown benighted. Bid me not now Spurn every vow Once so confidingly plighted Where shall I turn How can I learn Other delights to awaken? Ne'ever can I find Joy for my mind, Hope from my heart being taken. Hope from my heart being taken Hope from my heart being taken. Vainly I'll strive Hope to revive When my thee scorned and forsaken. Turn not away! Turn not away From the fond heart thou hast slighted; Scorn not my dream, Bright as the beam E'er by thy cold frown benighted E'er by thy cold frown benighted E'er by thy cold frown benighted. Bid me not now Spurn every vow Once so confidingly plighted. When I would smile, Grief to beguile, Peace from my breast has departed; When I would hide Anguish in pride Sorrowing teardrops have started Sorrowing teardrops have started Sorrowing teardrops have started. Turn not away! Turn not away! Leave me not now broken hearted!
Authorship
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Turn not away!" [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 Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Turn not away!", published 1850. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 44
Word count: 194