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VP_012034 Verse 1Could I but fold you to my throbbing breast, And still the longing of its wild unrest. Could I but press your yielding lips to mine, So fresh and sweet with dew of love divine, So fresh and sweet with dew of love divine: Could I but feel your soul meet mine and blend In one long ling'ring ecstasy of bliss, Though it were death I'd gladly die Though it were death I'd gladly die, my love, I'd gladly die for this, for this Could I but hold you in one long embrace, And see my love reflected in your face, And feel your tender bosom heave and thrill, And your heart answer my unspoken will, Return sweet answer to my silent will. Could I for one short hour but call you mine, And know the rapture of one perfect kiss, Though it were death I'd gladly die, Though it were death I'd gladly die, oh my love, I'd gladly die for this, for this.
1 score (8 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.
De Koven, Reginald and Stanfield, Leontine, "For This! : Melodie" (1897). Vocal Popular Sheet Music Collection. Score 3602.