Ye thrilled me once, ye mournful strains Ye anthems of plaintive woe, My spirit was sad when I was young; Ah, sorrowful long-ago! But since I have found the beauty of joy I have done with proud dismay: For howsoe'er man hug his care The best of his art is gay. And yet if voices of fancy's choir Again in mine hear awake Your old lament, 'tis dear to me still, Nor all form memory's sake: 'This like the dirge of sorrow dead, Whose tears are wiped away; Or drops of the shower when rain is o'er, That jewel the brightened day.
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930), appears in The Shorter Poems of Robert Bridges, first published 1890 [author's text not yet checked 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 Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Ye thrilled me once", published 1898 [satb chorus a cappella], from Eight Four-part Songs, no. 7. [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2008-07-24
Line count: 16
Word count: 102