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 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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- by (Mary) Frances Allitsen, née Bumpus (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 text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
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