by Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford (1835 - 1921)
A sigh
Language: English
It was nothing but a rose I gave her, Nothing but a rose. Any wind might rob it of half its savor, Any wind that blows. When she took it from my trembling fingers With a hand as chill, Ah, the slying touch upon them lingers, Stays, and thrills them still. Withered, faded, pressed between the pages, Crumpled fold on fold, Once it lay upon her breast, and ages Cannot make it old!
Text Authorship:
- by Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford (1835 - 1921) [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 Lucy Hamilton Paine , "A sigh", <<1909 [ medium voice and piano ], from Six mélodies pour chant et piano, no. 6, Paris, Éd. Alphonse Leduc, also set in French (Français) [sung text checked 1 time]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in French (Français), a translation by Victor Schekewitch ; composed by Lucy Hamilton Paine.
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-08-24
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Word count: 73