by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Ay waking, O!
Language: English
Ay waking, O! Waking ay and wearie, Rest I canna get For thinking on my dearie. O this love, this love! Life to me how dreary! When I sleep I dream, O! when I wake I'm eerie. O this love, this love! Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care, Can I cease to languish, While my darling fair Is on the couch of anguish? O this love, this love! Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Ev'ry hope is fled, Ev'ry fear is terror; Slumber ev'n I dread, Ev'ry dream is horror. O this love, this love! Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Hear me, Powers divine! Oh, in pity hear me! Take aught else of mine, But, my Chloris, spare me! Spare, O spare my love!
J. Haydn sets stanzas 1, 3-4
Authorship
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "Ay waking, O!" [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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Ay waking, O!", subtitle: "On Chloris being ill", JHW XXXII/3 no. 163, Hob. XXXIa no. 157, stanzas 1,3-4. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2009-12-29
Line count: 36
Word count: 166