by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
A song of shattering
Language: English
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The first rose on my rose tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered During sad days, when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean. Still, it seems a pity No one saw. It must have been Very pretty.
Text Authorship:
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), appears in Renascence and Other Poems, first published 1917 [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 Lynn Steele (1951 - 2002), "A song of shattering" [ mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Seven Songs of Edna St. Vincent Millay, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Lynn Steele
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 40