by Cecil Marion Cowles (1893 - 1968)

Language: English 
Far beyond the moon, beyond the stars,
Moves the rudder of our destiny.
Ah, could I but hear love's magic call,
Drifting through the drowsy summer breeze!
Gold and wine and amethyst are mine,
Scented perfumes wafted on the breeze.
Ah, could I give them,
Ah, give them all, for my beloved one!


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

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