by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916)
Heliotrope
Language: English
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.
Authorship:
- by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916) [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "Heliotrope", op. 9 (Four songs) no. 1, published 1892 [ voice and piano ], Schmidt [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-19
Line count: 30
Word count: 134