A voice said, "Follow, follow": and I rose And followed far into the dreamy night, Turning my back upon the pleasant light. It led me where the bluest water flows, And would not let me drink: where corn grows I dared not pause, but went uncheered by sight Or touch, until at length in evil plight. It left me, wearied out with many woes. Some time I sat as one bereft of sense: But soon another voice, from very far Called, "Follow, follow": and I rose again. Now on my night has dawned a blessed star: Kind steady hands my sinking steps sustain, And will not leave me till I shall go hence.
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894) [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 Robert Hugill , "Two pursuits" [mezzo-soprano, viola, piano], from Quickening, no. 3. [ sung text verified 1 time]
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