by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
I plucked a daisy in the fields
Language: English
I plucked a daisy in the fields,
And there beneath the sun
I let its silver petals fall
One after one.
I said, "He loves me, loves me not,"
And oh, my heart beat fast,
The flower was kind, it let me say
"He loves me," last.
I kissed the little leafless stem,
But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
They were not true.
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Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), no title, appears in Helen of Troy and Other Poems, first published 1911 [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 Seymour Barab (1921 - 2014), "The daisy", published 1970 [ SSA chorus and piano ], from First Person Feminine, no. 2, Boosey and Hawkes [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-04
Line count: 12
Word count: 71