When the spark that glittered flakes into ash, and the spirit unfettered is done with flesh, when all that wonder, this loveliness of heart lies under the sleepy grass, and slow are the swift, and dark the fair, and sweet voices lift, not on the air, when the long spell of dust lies on all that was well bethought upon, of all that lovely, of all those brief hopes that went bravely beyond belief, of life's deep blazon with love's gold stain passing all reason doth aught remain? What need of answer? Bird chaunting priest, dawn swings her censer of bloom-white mist, noon from her shoulder lets her sun-shawl half loose, half hold her, and drifing fall, and evening slowly by hill and wood perfects her holy solitude, unasked, undaunted by love, or what the heart has wanted, and wanteth not. Unasked? Say rather that these will startle tomorrow other hearts with mortal beauty they had from us, as we inherited that legacy. Undaunted? Yes, since death can lend to loveliness only an end that with the beginning is one designed, one shape, one meaning beyond the mind.
- by Humbert Wolfe (1885 - 1940), "Envoi", appears in The Unknown Goddess, first published 1925 [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 Gustav Holst (1874 - 1934), "Envoi", op. 48 no. 7, H. 174 no. 7 (1929), published 1930 [voice and piano], from Twelve Humbert Wolfe Songs, no. 7. [text verified 1 time]
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