'Twere vain to tell thee all I feel
Or say for thee I'd die, or say for thee I'd die;
I find that words will but conceal
What my soul would wish to sigh.
Ah! well a day the sweetest melody
Cou'd never never say one half my love for thee
Then let me silently reveal
What my soul would wish to sigh
Thou'st often call'd my voice a Bird's
Whose music like a spell, whose music like a spell,
Could change to rapture ev'n the words of our slow and sad farewell!
Stockhausen, F., "'Twere Vain to Tell Thee All I Feel" (1838). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 879.
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