by William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Where thou dwellest, in what grove
Language: English 
 Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
 Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
 Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
 O thou pride of every field!

 Yonder stands a lonely tree,
 There I live and mourn for thee;
 Morning drinks my silent tear,
 And evening winds my sorrow bear.

 O thou summer's harmony,
 I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
 Each day I mourn along the wood,
 And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

 Dost thou truly long for me?
 And am I thus sweet to thee?
 Sorrow now is at an end,
 O my Lover and my Friend!

 Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
 To where my bower hangs on high;
 Come, and make thy calm retreat
 Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.

D. Klotzman sets stanza 2

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  • Also set in Hungarian (Magyar), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by István Sárközy.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 25
Word count: 130