Rose that wast born with the morning And hast lived and died for me, Here in the dusk of the evening I rue the death of thee. Would that the beauty and sweetness That thou on my heart hast shed I had caught into a cadence To live when I am dead.
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
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