My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, -- No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell', And with the day, distance again expands Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell. Yet, love endures, though starving and alone. A dove's wings clung about my heart each night With surging gentleness, and the blue stone Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
- by (Harold) Hart Crane (1899 - 1932) [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 Stanley Grill (b. 1953), "Exile", copyright © 2010 [tenor and piano], from 4 Songs to Poems by Hart Crane, no. 3, confirmed with an online score [ sung text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2018-04-30
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