She rose, and let me in
Language: English
The night her silent sable wore, And gloomy were the skies, Of glitt'ring stars appear'd no more, Than those in Nelly's eyes. When to her father's door I came, Where I had often been, I begg'd my fair my lovely dame, To rise, and let me in. But she, with accents all divine, Did my fond suit reprove; And while she chid my rash design, She but inflam'd my love. Her beauty oft had pleas'd before, While her bright eyes did roll. But virtue only had the pow'r To charm my very soul. Then who would cruelly deceive, Or from such beauty part ? I lov'd her so, I could not leave The charmer of my heart. My eager fondness I obey'd, Resolv'd she should be mine, Till Hymen to my arms convey'd My treasure so divine. Now happy in my Nelly's love, Transporting is my joy, No greater blessing can I prove; So bless'd a man am I. For beauty may a while retain The conquer'd flutt'ring heart, But virtue only is the chain Holds, never to depart.
J. Haydn sets stanzas 1-2, 4
Authorship:
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "She rose, and let me in" [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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "She rose, and let me in", Hob. XXXIa:219bis, JHW XXXII/3 no. 186, stanzas 1-2,4. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-08
Line count: 32
Word count: 179