In Gorias are gems, And pale gold, Shining diadems Gathered of old From the long fragrant hair Of dead beautiful queens. There the reaper gleans Vast opals of white air: The dawn leans Upon emerald there: Out of the dust of kings The sunrise lifts a cloud of shimmering wings. In Gorias of the East My love was born, Erias dowered with a sword And the treasures of the Morn -- But now all the red gems And the pale gold Are as the trampled diadems Of the queens of old In Gorias the pale-gold. Have I once heard the least, But the least breath, again ? No: my love is no more fain Of Gorias of the East. Erias hath sheathed this sword Long, long ago. My heart is old . . . Though in Gorias are gems And pale gold.
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Gorias", appears in The Hour of Beauty, first published 1907 [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 Marshall H. Barnes (b. 1921), "Gorias" [mixed chorus and orchestra], from A Dirge of Four Cities [text not verified]
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Word count: 141