Some souls have quickened, eye to eye, And heart to heart, and instantly They understand. Henceforth they can be cold no more; Woes there may be, - ay, tears and blood, But not the numbness, as before They understood. Henceforth, though ages roll Across wild wastes of sand and brine, Whate'er betide, one human soul Is knit with mine. Whatever joy be dearly bought, Whatever hope my bosom stirs, The straitest cell of secret thought Is wholly hers. Ay, were I parted, life would be A helpless, heartless flight along Blind tracks in vales of misery And sloughs of wrong. Nay, God forgive me! Life would roll like some dim moon thro' cloudy bars; But to have loved her sets my soul Among the stars.
Two Songs , opus 41
by Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934)
1. In the dawn  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Arthur Christopher Benson (1862 - 1925), "The professor"
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Language: English
Speak, speak, music, and bring to me Fancies too fleet for me, Sweetness too sweet for me, Wake, wake, voices, and sing to me, Sing to me tenderly; bid me rest. Rest, rest! ah, I am fain of it! Die, Hope! small was my gain of it! Song, [song] take thy parable, Whisper, whisper that all is well, Say, say that there tarrieth Something, something more true than death, Waiting to smile for me; bright and blest. Thrill, thrill, string: echo and play for me All, all that the poet, the priest cannot say for me; Soar, voice, soar, heavenwards, and pray for me, Wondering, wandering; bid me rest.
Authorship:
- by Arthur Christopher Benson (1862 - 1925), "The song", appears in The Professor
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