Rhyme in your clear chime we hear ringing, far-off and clear, in beauty's fairy granges at evensong the changes and swells and of her lost elfin-bells. You glimmering through, astir, wander a lamplighter, kindling that lamp and this of long-quenched memories with blaze of their auto-da-fés. Numbers the soul remembers, (and moved among them when the Sons of Morning sung them) you echo, while the dim shadow of Seraphim half floats among your muted notes. Tamer of love's sweet grammar you parse, and change, his nouns to stars, his verbs you conjugate, so that they vanish straight from time, and lift - a moonlit paradeigm. Rhyme by your clear chime we climb, clean out of space and time, and the small earth behind us can neither lose nor find us, set free in your eternity.
- by Humbert Wolfe (1885 - 1940), "Rhyme", 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), "Rhyme", op. 48 no. 11, H. 174 no. 11 (1929), published 1930 [voice and piano], from Twelve Humbert Wolfe Songs, no. 11. [text verified 1 time]
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