Since we're apart, since we're apart, The weariness and lonely smart Are growing greatly round my heart; Upon my pillow, ere I sleep, The full of my two shoes I weep, And like a ghost all day I creep. 'Tis what you said you'd never change Or with another ever range, Now ev'n the Church is cold and strange. There side by side our seats we took, There side by side we held one book; But with another now you look. And when the service it was o'er, We'd walk the meadow's flow'ry floor, As we shall walk and walk no more. For while beneath the starry glow Ye two sit laughing light and low, A shade among the shades I go.
- 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), "Since we're apart", op. 76 no. 43, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 43, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
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Word count: 122