O Woman, shapely as the swan, Shall I turn wan for looks from thee? Nay bend those blue love-darting eyes On men unwise, they wound not me. Red lips and ripe and rose from soft cheek, Shall limbs turn weak and colour flee, And languorous grace and foam white foam Shall still blood storm because of ye? Thy slender waist, the cool of gold In ringlets rolled around thy knee, Thy scented sighs and looks of flame They shall not tame my spirit free. For, Woman, shapely as the swan, A wary man hath nurtured me; White neck and arm, bright lip and eye, I shall not die for love of ye.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [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 Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "I shall not die for love of thee", op. 76 no. 28, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 28, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
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