by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)

Lost love
Language: English 
 I play my sweet old airs -
	The airs he knew
	When our love was true -
	But he does not balk
	His determined walk,
 And passes up the stairs.

 I sing my songs once more,
	And presently hear
	His footstep near
	As if it would stay;
	But he goes his way,
 And shuts a distant door.

 So I wait for another morn
	And another night
	In this soul-sick blight;
	And I wonder much
	As I sit, why such
 A woman as I was born!

Text Authorship:

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Andrew Downes (1950 - 2023), "Lost love", op. 15 no. 2, published 1977 [ soprano, flute or tenor recorder, harpsichord, and cello ], from Lost Love, no. 2, West Midlands, England : Lynwood Music Photo Editions [sung text checked 1 time]

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 83