From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Love Songs, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1917, page 53.
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Refuge", appears in Love Songs, in 2. Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow, no. 7, first published 1917 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
- by John Woods Duke (1899 - 1984), "Refuge", 1967 [mezzo-soprano and piano], from Songs Out of Sorrow, Six Songs for Mezzo-soprano, no. 6, Southern/Texas [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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