Thursday, April 22, 2021
The plaintive song, "O soothe me, my lyre" is the lament of a young woman who lies suffering from a wasting disease. The poem is written by William Smyth.
O soothe me, my lyre, with thy tones of soft sorrow,
O soothe thy sad mistress that sinks in decay,
Fainter today, to be fainter tomorrow,
I fade like the flow'r and am passing away.
Pale is my cheek, - it was fair as they told me -
Who in the dance that but lately had been,
Who that had seen me, and now should behold me,
Would think me the Ellen that there he had seen?
Dear was the world - I had youth, I had beauty,
But 'tis not for life that I heave this sad sigh -
Firm is my soul in its hope and its duty, -
But oh! To be lov'd - then untimely to die.
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This Sunday's concert will include a live performance of Beethoven's Opus 11 piano trio! https://www.musae.me/sinycchorus/experiences/970/believe-in
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John Scialdone published this page in Daily Beethoven 2021-04-23 12:23:36 -0400