by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
Dream song
Language: English
I plucked a snow-drop in the spring, And in my hand too closely pressed; The warmth had hurt the tender thing, I grieved to see it withering. I gave my love a poppy red, And laid it on her snow-cold breast; But poppies need a warmer bed, We wept to find the flower was dead.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Dream song" [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 Ty Kroll , "Dream song", 2008. [SSA chorus a cappella] [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-11-05
Line count: 8
Word count: 55