by (Francis) Bret(t) Harte (1839 - 1902)
What the Bullet sang
Language: English
O joy of creation,
To be!
O rapture, to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though [its]1 smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love—the one
Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands
All alone,
With the power in his hands
Not o'erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space
All my own!
It is he—O my love!
So bold!
It is I—all thy love
Foretold!
It is I—O love, what bliss!
Dost thou answer to my kiss?
O sweetheart! what is this
[Lieth]2 there so cold?
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1 Dougherty: "the"
2 Dougherty: "lying"
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1 Dougherty: "the"
2 Dougherty: "lying"
Text Authorship:
- by (Francis) Bret(t) Harte (1839 - 1902), "What the Bullet sang" [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 Celius Dougherty (1902 - 1986), "What the Bullet sang" [ voice and piano ], G. Schirmer/Hal Leonard [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Derek Healey (b. 1936), "What the Bullet sang", op. 14 no. 5 (1961) [ soprano or tenor and piano ], from Six American Songs, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-04-25
Line count: 24
Word count: 111