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by (Frederic) Herbert Trench (1865 - 1923)

Requiem of archangels for the world 
Language: English 
Hearts, beat no more ! Earth's Sleep has come ! 
All iron stands her wrinkled tree, 
The streams that sang are stricken dumb, 
The snowflake fades into the sea. 

Hearts, throb no more ! your time is past ! 
Thousands of years for this pent field 
Ye have done battle. Now at last 
The flags may sink, the captains yield. 

Sleep, ye great Wars, just or unjust ! 
Sleep takes the gate, and none defends. 
Soft on your craters' fire and lust, 
Civilizations, Sleep descends ! 

Time it is, time to cease carouse ! 
Let the nations and their noise grow dim ! 
Let the lights wane within the house 
And darkness cover, limb by limb ! 

Across your passes, Alps and plains 
A planetary vapour flows, 
A last invader, and enchains 
The vine, the woman, and the rose. 

Sleep, Forests old ! Sleep in your beds 
Wild-muttering oceans and dark Wells ! 
Sleep be upon our shrunken heads, 
Blind everlasting Pinnacles ! 

Sleep now ye great, high-shining Kings 
Your torrent glories snapt in death. 
Sleep, simple men -- sunk water-springs 
And all the ground Man laboureth. 

Sleep, Heroes, in your mountain walls -- 
The trumpet shall not sound again 
And ranged on sea- worn pedestals, 
Sleep now, O sleepless Gods of men, 

Nor keep wide your unchallenged orbs ! 
These troubled clans that make and mourn 
Some heavy-lidded Cloud absorbs 
And the lulling snows of the Unborn. 

Make ready thou, tremendous Night, 
Stoop to the Earth, and shroud her scars, 
And bid with chanting to the rite 
The torches of thy train of stars ! 

Gloriously hath she offered up 
From the thousand heaving plains of time 
Her sons, like incense from a cup, 
Souls, that were made out of the slime. 

They strove, the Many and the One, 
And all their strivings intervolved 
Enlarged Thy Self-dominion ; 
Absolute, let them be absolved ! 

Fount of the time-embranching fire, 
O waneless One, that art the core 
Of every heart's unknown desire 
Take back the hearts that beat no more ! 

Text Authorship:

  • by (Frederic) Herbert Trench (1865 - 1923), "Requiem of archangels for the world", appears in Lyrics and Narrative Poems, first published 1911 [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 Julius Allan Greenway Harrison (1885 - 1963), "Requiem of archangels for the world", <<1954. [
     text not verified 
    ]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2009-01-03
Line count: 52
Word count: 322

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