by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)
My true love lies asleep
Language: English
My true love lies asleep In some most heavenly place; She hath a lily in her hand, A smile upon her face. The dear white roses come And climb about her there; The sweetest winds you ever heard Go singing down the air. The roses climb so high; The grasses grow so deep; You cannot see her where she lies, A-smiling in her sleep.
Authorship:
- by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935) [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), "My true love lies asleep", published 1893 [voice and piano], Schmidt [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-20
Line count: 12
Word count: 64