by Kate Vannah (1855 - 1933)
With violets
Language: English
The violets I send to you Will close their blue eyes on your breast; I shall not be there, sweet, to see, Yet do I know my flowers will rest Within that chaste, white nest. O little flowers, she'll welcome you So tenderly, so warmly! Go, I know where you will die tonight. But you can never, never know The bliss of dying so. If you could speak! Yet she will know What made your faces wet, Although I fain would follow you, and tell. There, go and die, yet never know To what a heav'n you go.
Text Authorship:
- by Kate Vannah (1855 - 1933), "With violets", appears in From Heart to Heart, first published 1879 [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 Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944), "With violets", op. 1 (Four Songs) no. 1, published 1885 [ medium voice and piano ], Boston, Arthur P. Schmidt [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-01
Line count: 16
Word count: 98