by John Dryden (1631 - 1700)
Song to a fair young lady, going out of town in the spring
Language: English
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring So long delays her flowers to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year: Chloris is gone; and fate provides To make it Spring where she resides. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye: But left her lover in despair To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah! how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure! Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall; She can restore the dead from tombs And every life but mine recall. I only am by Love design'd To be the victim for mankind.
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700), "Song to a fair young lady, going out of town in the spring" [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 Ned Rorem (1923 - 2022), "Song to a fair young lady, going out of town in the spring" [ high voice and piano or orchestra ], from Six Songs for High Voice, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 157