Go, Heliotrope, Unto my Sweet and tell How, like a harbinger of hope, You come to dwell Near her, and pray to rest Upon her breast. Tell her for me In whispers of perfume, How like the golden sun is she, To which your bloom Forever turns its face Beseeching grace. Say, even so The blossom of my love Looks from its land of doubt below To her above, Waiting one word to slip Her scarlet lip. Then if you feel Her heart with joy beat fast, Or if with one sweet kiss she seal Your lips at last, And leave you stricken dumb Until I come: Seeing you there Upon her bosom, I Shall know what answer to my prayer She makes, and lie Beside you dumb with bliss, Sealed by her kiss.
- by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "Heliotrope", op. 9 (Four songs) no. 1, published 1892 [voice and piano], Schmidt [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Nich Roehler
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