Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee: The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered land Whence all good things have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lie If I this night before God's throne should stand. 'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase, Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.' Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night, The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame, The wounded hands, the weary human face.
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "E tenebris", from Poems, first published 1881 [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 Charles Trowbridge Haubiel (1892 - 1978), "E Tenebris", published 1937 [SSAA chorus and 2 pianos (or orchestra, or orchestra with harp)], from L'amore spiritual [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist FRE ; composed by Erwin Schulhoff.
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