The wind stirs the tangle of her tresses where she stands. She stoops and gathers in rose-pale hands A myriad grains of the drifting sands. Musing, she sifts them through fingers slim: The wind whirls them seaward, a current dim. They are soon forgotten, as any whim. She gathered my dreams as the drifting sands, Gently, as one who understands: She scattered them with rose-white hands.
- by Shaemas O'Sheel (1886 - 1954), appears in Jealous of Dead Leaves [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 Timothy Hoekman , "Her way with my dreams", 2013, published 2016 [ baritone and piano ], from She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]
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