The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell, Her pretty speech, like drunken men, Did stagger pitiful. Her fingers fumbled at her work, - Her needle would not go; What ailed so smart a little maid It puzzled me to know, Till opposite I spied a cheek That bore another rose; Just opposite, another speech That like the drunkard goes; A vest that, like the bodice, danced To the immortal tune, - Till those two troubled little clocks Ticked softly into one.
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1891 [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 Clarence Dickinson (1873 - 1969), "The lovers", published 1897 [voice, piano], from Six Songs [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by John Woods Duke (1899 - 1984), "The rose did caper on her cheek", 1975 [soprano and piano], from Four Poems by Emily Dickinson, no. 2, Southern/Texas [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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