by Frank Hyde
Rapture
Language: English
Is it true? or am I only dreaming? I hold her letter, blurred with her tears, She tells me all her hopes and fears, Calls me to hear her own lips tell [All]1 the love her pride concealed too well; For she loves me. Hasten, oh night! away, Melt into the crowning day, When I shall hold her close and fast, My love, my own at last, For she loves me!
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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 Frances Allitsen (1848 - 1912), "Rapture", published 1905 [ voice and piano ], from Moods and Tenses (Phases in a Love Drama) - Cycle of Eight Songs, no. 7, London, New York: Boosey & Co. [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2012-08-12
Line count: 11
Word count: 71