Round us the wild creatures, overhead the trees, Underfoot the moss-tracks, life and love with these ! I to wear a fawn-skin, thou to dress in flowers : All the long lone Summer-day, that greenwood life of ours ! Rich-pavilioned, rather, still the world without, Inside gold-roofed silk-walled silence round about ! Queen it thou on purple, I, at watch and ward Couched beneath the columns, gaze, thy slave, love's guard ! So, for us no world ? Let throngs press thee to me ! Up and down amid men, heart by heart fare we ! Welcome squalid vesture, harsh voice, hateful face ! God is soul, souls I and thou : with souls should souls have place.
Two songs
Song Cycle by Marshall Rutgers Kernochan (1880 - 1955)
?. Round us the wild creatures [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "The eagle", appears in Ferishtah's Fancies, no. 1, first published 1884
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 108