Af tunga skyar höljd, kall, grå, rörd af en orolig vind är himlen i sensommaraftonen. Jag står under strandens träd, de tunga grenar ingen hvila få, i rymdens oro. Vågors färd mot kalla stranden fyllt med öfvergifvenhet mitt sinne. Ack, mörknande afton, utan växt och blommors anda, blott af himlens oro genom blåst, denna röst är mig bittert höra, jag älskade en menniska, hennes själ dömdes till ett landskap, dit fick jag icke följa, blott min själs renhet gråta utanför.
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Text Authorship:
- by Ivar Conradson (1884 - 1968) [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 Richard Andersson (1851 - 1918), "Denna röst är mig bittert höra", 1907 [ voice and piano ], from Sånger vid piano, no. 12 [sung text checked 1 time]
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