From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
Sing Evermore!
Song Cycle by Gwyneth Walker (b. 1947)
4. Refuge  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Refuge", appears in Love Songs, in 2. Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow, no. 7, first published 1917
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Refuge", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Love Songs, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1917, page 53.
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Total word count: 58