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The song's lyric is thought to have been inspired by the poem "My Heart's in the Highlands" published in 1790 by Scottish poet Robert Burns, whom Dylan later cited as his greatest influence. [3] In the song's lyrics, Dylan makes references to musician Neil Young and author Erica Jong . [ 4 ]
"My Heart's in the Highlands" is a 1789 song and poem by Robert Burns, sung to the tune "Fàilte na Miosg". [1] 1: My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. 2:
In all versions of the song, the lyrics are addressed to a bluebird by the singer. The singer is in Kentucky, and his/her sweetheart is vainly pursuing musical stardom in New Orleans. The singer asks the bluebird to take a message to Martha/Michael, asking for the sweetheart to return.
Robert Schumann set Burns' poem in German as "Dem roten Röslein gleicht mein Lieb" for piano and voice. It is the second song in his Fünf Lieder und Gesänge, Op. 27. [17] Burns was a frequent source for Schumann's vocal compositions. [18] Jimmy Van Heusen composed a version of "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose". [19]
The inspiration for the poem came from a walk Wordsworth took with his sister Dorothy around Glencoyne Bay, Ullswater, in the Lake District. [8] [4] He would draw on this to compose "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" in 1804, inspired by Dorothy's journal entry describing the walk near a lake at Grasmere in England: [8]
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Jesus, the very thought of Thee, with sweetness fills my breast, but sweeter far Thy face to see, and in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, nor can the memory find a sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, o Savior of mankind. O hope of every contrite heart! O joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
Y wole mone my song On wham þat hit ys on ylong. When the nightingale sings, The trees grow green, Leaf and grass and blossom springs, In April, I suppose; And love has to my heart gone With a spear so keen, Night and day my blood it drains My heart to death it aches. I have loved all this past year So that I may love no more; I have sighed ...