by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
At Midnight
Language: English
Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit’s house for, Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest, And music and men’s praise and even laughter Are not so good as rest.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933) [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 Cecilia Damström (b. 1988), "At Midnight", 2016 [ men's chorus ], from At Teasdale’s, no. 3, Bo Ejeby Förlag
Publisher: Ejeby Förlag [external link] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2026-03-04
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Word count: 61