Whirl, whirl fleet wheel your ringing round Beneath my keen foot’s rapid tread; Your changeless circle swiftly sweep, And twist the ever length’ning thread; While fierce beneath my beating heart That throbs, o’erwrought with pain and strife, The swift blood, whirling through my veins, Spins out the thread of weary Life. Whirl, whirl, fleet wheel, and while you whirl Beneath my keen foot’s rapid tread, A thousand filaments enwreathe To swell the ever-growing thread; And so beneath my beating heart A thousand broken memories move, A thousand tangled thoughts entwine To twist the cord of hopeless Love. Now sinks the Day-Star to his rest, The wheel shall cease its circling sweep, The weary foot forego its toil, The thread upon the spindle sleep; Oh! that with these my breaking heart Might cease to beat, to throb, and quiver, The swift blood sleep within my veins And Life and Love be still for ever!
Confirmed with Julian Fane, Poems, second expanded edition, London: Pickering, 1852, page 130.
- by Julian Henry Charles Fane (1827 - 1870), "La fileuse" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Maria Herz (1878 - 1950), "La fileuse", published 1910, London : Stainer & Bell, in Stainer & Bell's Modern Songs no. 28 [ sung text not verified ]
Researcher for this text: Harry Joelson
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