Oh, let [night]1 speak of me, for day Knows not how breaks with woe my heart; Day knows not how I mournful stray, Weeping for thee, so dear thou art. The sad night weeps with me, and lays Her tear-wet cheek against my own; Although I walk in sun-lit ways, Still doth my heart in darkness moan. The night shall speak of me, and say All things to thee I dare not show; And to thy dreams my love display, Till thou art melted by my woe!
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Confirmed with Arlo Bates, Told in the Gate, Boston, Roberts Brothers, 1892, pages 202-203.1 Chadwick: "the night"
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918), no title, appears in Told in the Gate, first published 1892 [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 George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "Oh, let the night speak of me", from Lyrics from "Told in the Gate", no. 10 [sung text checked 1 time]
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