My lady is so wondrous fair, She needs no flower in her hair, No precious jewel, silk or lace To light the splendor of her face. My lady is encircled round With zeyphyrs as are only found Where breaks the faintest fairy-day, Or tiny children are at play. My lady is the breath of life That fills the soul, yet stills the strife — I crave her love, but stand apart; She holds the world within her heart.
- by Harold Flammer ( flourished 1916 ) [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):
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2021-05-10
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