by (Frederic) Herbert Trench (1865 - 1923)
Her, my own sad love divine
Language: English
Her, my own sad love divine, Did I pierce as with a knife, Stabbed with words that seemed not mine Her more dear to me than life. And she raised, she raised her head, Slow that smile, pale to the brow: "Lovely songs when I am dead You will make for me; but how Shall I hear them then?" she said, "Make them now, O make them now!"
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Confirmed with Herbert Trench, Apollo and the Seaman, The Queen of Gothland, Stanzas to Tolstoy, and Other Lyrics, New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1908, page 63.
Text Authorship:
- by (Frederic) Herbert Trench (1865 - 1923), "A Song", appears in Apollo and the Seaman, The Queen of Gothland, Stanzas to Tolstoy, and Other Lyrics, first published 1908 [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 Joseph Holbrooke (1878 - 1958), "My own sad love", op. 29 no. 3 (1907), published 1908 [ voice and piano ], from Six Modern Songs, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
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Word count: 69