by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905)
Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters...
Language: English
Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll; Thy birds fly but within thy airy sea; My soul breathes only in thy infinite soul; I breathe, I think, I love, I live, but thee. Oh, breathe, oh, sink -- O Love, live into me; Unworthy is my life till all divine, Till thou see in me only what is thine.
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- by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905), no title, appears in A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul, Entry for January Fifth, first published 1880 [author's text checked 1 time 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 M. Ryan Taylor (b. 1972), "Thy fishes breathe", 2003 [ voice and piano ], from Leafs from the Diary of an Old Soul, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2007-07-29
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Word count: 59