With Violets (Amy Beach)
- Contributor: Paolo Pandolfo (submitted 2015-06-17). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 100 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Scanned score.
Original text and translations
The violets I send to you
Will close their blue eyes on your breast;
I shall not be there, sweet, to see,
Yet do I know my flowers will rest,
Within that chaste, white nest.
O little flowers, she'll welcome you
So tenderly so warmly!
Go. I know where you will die tonight.
But you can never, never know
The bliss of dying so.
If you could speak! Yet she will know
What made your faces wet,
Although I fain would follow you, and tell.
There, go and die, yet never know
To what a heav'n you go.