Oft and oft I dream, astore, With secret sighs and laughter, How once you reaped the field before, And I came gathering after. While tenderly, tenderly with the corn Looks of love you threw me; Till I stood up with eyes of scorn And withered your hope to woo me. Oft and oft I'm dreaming still, With smiles and tears together, Of how I stretched my weak and ill, Through all the wintry weather; While tenderly, tenderly still you'd tap, Seeking news of Norah; Till I grew fonder of your rap Than father's voice, anora! Must I mind the plan conceal'd That through the spring around you, To wait to find me in the field, Where rashly I refused you; Then earnestly, earnestly in my eyes Gaze till I return'd you The look of looks and sigh of sighs On the spot where once I spurn'd you.
- 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), "The reaper's revenge", op. 76 no. 40, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 40, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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