In my nostrils the summer wind Blows the exquisite scent of the rose! O for the golden, golden wind, Breaking the buds as it goes, Breaking the buds, And bending the grass, And spilling the scent of the rose! O wind of the summer morn, Tearing the petals in twain, Wafting the fragrant soul Of the rose through valley and plain, I would you could tear my heart to-day, And scatter its nameless pain.
- by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907), "Nameless pain", appears in The Ballad of Babie Bell and Other Poems, first published 1859 [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "Nameless pain", published 1889. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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