by Henry Malesh
Mirage
Language: English
I hold thy hand, and straight from over sea Troops of dear visions come, The hot East passes, and I seem to be Under cool skies at home. I hold thy hand, and violets are born, And gold-white daisies hide; The drowsy poppy nods amid the corn, The primrose nestles by the river side.
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Malesh , copyright status unknown [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 Liza Lehmann (1862 - 1918), "Mirage", copyright © 1894 [ voice and piano ], Enoch & Sons
Score: IMSLP [external link] [sung text checked 1 time]
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