Now the starlight only Lights thy lover lonely, Now the moon has wandered Far away, Bright’ning other billows, Whitening other willow Lighting other rovers, So they say. Then to earth’s amazement From thy casement O’er the climbing roses, Love incline Till the golden sunlight, Till the silver moonlight In thy glowing glances Seem to shine. Ah my love is sleeping, All her senses steeping In Elysian fountains, Fast aswoon. Hush my harp thy rapture, If thy chord would capture Chloe’s dreaming fancy, Change thy tune! With a softer ditty Seek her pity, Stealing through her slumbers To her heart, Till at last she waken, Love’s true captive taken, Blushing, sighing, smiling ‘Neath thy art.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "Fond Chloe" [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 Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Fond Chloe", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 11, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
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