Tell me again , and then lift up to me Those frail white arms of thine , and touch my face , And wrap me wholly in thine eyes ' embrace , Till God's sure hand run fire round thee and me . Tell me again , and let thy speaking be A faint phrased echo , delicate as lace , Of seas sonorous through the void of space , The low , lost rhythm of immensity . Tell me again , and where thy breasts divide Pillow my weariness , -- the breath of Fall Shall blow crisp crimson leaves upon thy hair ; Thy presence is as where a song has died , And left its memory grieving over all This vital solitude of autumn air .
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Martin Tornov Loeffler (1861 - 1935), "Sonnet", op. 15 (Four Poems) no. 4, published 1906 [ voice and piano ], New York : G. Schirmer, [c1906] [sung text checked 1 time]
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