by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)
I look into my glass
Language: English
I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin!" For then, I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity. But Time, to make me grieve, Part steals, lets part abide; And shakes this fragile frame at eve With throbbings of noontide.
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), appears in Wessex Poems and Other Verses, first published 1898 [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 Gerald Finzi (1901 - 1956), "I look into my glass", op. 19a no. 4, from Till Earth Outwears, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Nicholas Maw (1935 - 2009), "I look into my glass" [ tenor and guitar ], from Six Interiors, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 64