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by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for its own sake.
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933) [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 Juliana Hall (b. 1958), "A prayer", 2015, first performed 2016 [ vocal duet for soprano and mezzo-soprano with piano ], from Music like a curve of gold, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: David Sims [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2016-03-01
Line count: 12
Word count: 71