by Frances Wells Shaw (1872 - 1937)
The Ragpicker
Language: English
The Ragpicker sits and sorts her rags: Silk and homespun and threads of gold She plucks to pieces and marks with tags; And her eyes are ice and her fingers cold. The Ragpicker sits in the back of my brain; Keenly she looks me through and through. One flaming shred I have hidden away - She shall not have my love for you.
Confirmed with The New Poetry, edited by Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson, New York: The MacMillan Company, 1920, page 305.
Authorship:
- by Frances Wells Shaw (1872 - 1937), "The Ragpicker" [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 John Charles Sacco (1905 - 1987), "The Ragpicker", published 1941, copyright © 1941 [ high voice and piano ], New York: G. Schirmer [sung text not yet checked]
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