by Alice Cary (1820 - 1871)
Mona
Language: English
The sun is set, but there falls no dew; The year is old an the moon is new. My fate is cruel, my heart is true, And I sit in the silence and think of you, My dearest, dear little heart. I sit in the silence and watch the skies As the tender red of the evening dies. My fate is cruel, but faith defies The dreary night that between us lies, My dearest, dear little heart. All the dreaming is broken through; Both what is done and undone I rue. Nothing is steadfast, nothing is true But your love for me and my love for you, My dearest, dear little heart. With the waves that ebb, with waves that flow, When the winds are loud, when the winds are low, When the roses come, when the roses go One thought, one feeling is all I know, My dearest dear little heart. The time is weary, the year is old; The light o' the lily burns close to the mould. The grave is cruel, the grave is cold, But the other side is the city of gold, My dearest dear little heart.
Authorship:
- by Alice Cary (1820 - 1871) [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 Clara Kathleen Rogers (1844 - 1931), "Mona", op. 20 (Six Songs) no. 3, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Boston : Arthur P. Schmidt and Co. [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-09-19
Line count: 25
Word count: 192