by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)
Epilogue
Language: English
So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And, if you find a meaning there, O whisper to your glass, and say, 'What wonder, if he thinks me fair?' What wonder I was all unwise, To shape the song for your delight Like long-tail'd birds of Paradise That float thro' Heaven, and cannot light? Or old-world trains, upheld at court By Cupid-boys of blooming hue -- But take it -- earnest wed with sport, And either sacred unto you.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), "Epilogue", appears in Poems, in The Day-Dream, no. 9, first published 1842 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Charlton Templeman Speer (1859 - 1921), "Epilogue", published 1888 [soli, chorus, and orchestra], from The Day-Dream, no. 9. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-01-30
Line count: 12
Word count: 75