by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Sleep all my joys
Language: English
Sleep, all my joys, and only sorrow wake! Let mirth to mourning, pleasures yield to plaint, Whilst I consume in sighing for her sake Whose loss to mind my heavy soul makes faint. Her love my life, her lack my lingering death, Yea, all my hopes are vanished as her breath. Although she's dead, yet this from death she said: I always lived and died a perfect maid.
Text Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Walter Porter (1587 - 1659), "Sleep all my joys", published 1632. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 68