by Henry Rider Haggard (1856 - 1925)
Sorais's song
Language: English
As a desolate bird that through darkness its lost way is winging, As a hand that is helplessly raised when Death's sickle is swinging, So is life! ay, the life that lends passion and breath to my singing. As the nightingale's song that is full of a sweetness unspoken, As a spirit unbarring the gates of the skies for a token. So is love! ay, the love that shall fall when bis pinion is broken. As the tramp of the legions when trumpets their challenge are sending, As the shout of the Storm-god when lightnings the black sky are rending, So is power! ay, the power that shall lie in the dust at its ending. So short is our life ; yet with space for all things to forsake us, A bitter delusion, a dream from which naught can awake us, Till Death's dogging footsteps at morn or at eve shall o'ertake us.
Authorship:
- by Henry Rider Haggard (1856 - 1925), "Sorais's song", from the novel Allan Quatermain, first published 1887 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "Sorais's song", 1888. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-03-23
Line count: 12
Word count: 153