Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with flame, Sweetheart, thy glowing ardor tame; Sweetheart, thy love how can I blame, When I, too, feel its fire, When all thy fond desire, Sweetheart, I know the same. Sweetheart, thine eyes like rubies glow; Sweetheart, no more regard me so; Sweetheart, I cannot chide thee though Since my looks too are burning, Since I, too, throb with yearning; Sweetheart, thy pangs I know. Sweetheart, thy blood leaps in thy cheek. Sweetheart, thy very heart throbs speak; Sweetheart, to chide I am too weak, My heart, so hotly beating, Is still thy name repeating; Sweetheart, to still it seek!
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918), appears in Told in the Gate, first published 1892 [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 George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with flame", from Lyrics from "Told in the Gate", no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-04-20
Line count: 18
Word count: 105