by Ernest Dowson (1867 - 1900)

A coronal
Language: English 
   With his songs and her days to his Lady and to Love

Violets and leaves of vine,
Into a frail, fair wreath 
We gather and entwine:
A wreath for Love to wear,
Fragrant as his own breath, 
To crown his brow divine
All day till night is near. 
Violets and leaves of vine 
We gather and entwine.

Violets and leaves of vine
For Love, that lives a day, 
We gather and entwine.
All day till Love is dead,
Till eve falls, cold and gray,
These blossoms, yours and mine,
Love wears upon his head. 
Violets and leaves of vine 
We gather and entwine.

Violets and leaves of vine
Poor Love, when poor Love dies,
We gather and entwine.
This wreath, that lives a day,
Over his pale, cold eyes,
Kissed shut by Proserpine,
At set of sun we lay:
Violets and leaves of vine 
We gather and entwine.

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: David K. Smythe

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:26
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