Oh my grief! oh my grief! Oh my grief all the morning! Oh my grief all the even! Oh my grief all the night! Over flower, over leaf Falls the shade of her scorning, And darkens blue heaven With its desolate blight. Oh, wind, and oh, wind Wailing over the forest, With thee my sad spirit Would fain wander forth! Thus all unconfined, When sorrow was sorest, I too should inherit The strange, silent North. More pure and more chaste, Thou desolate Norland, Than the South's sighing languors In bowers rose-hung, Thy wan, winter waste, Thy still solemn foreland, Aurora's red angers The white stars among.
- 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), "Oh my grief! oh my grief!", op. 76 no. 42, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 42, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
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