 | Carol and Cadence |  |
SONG-STRESS.
High-water time
And the world all aflood with the flush of the incoming rhyme!
What matter for Winter and fogtime and frost-time and snow,
When the floodgates are up and the river of rhyme is aflow?
And the world all aflood with the flush of the incoming rhyme!
What matter for Winter and fogtime and frost-time and snow,
When the floodgates are up and the river of rhyme is aflow?
Trouble and toil
And the world with the surges of sorrow and strife all aboil!
What matter for sorrow and morrow and doubting and dole,
When the songbirds of Heaven are abroad in the spheres of the soul?
And the world with the surges of sorrow and strife all aboil!
What matter for sorrow and morrow and doubting and dole,
When the songbirds of Heaven are abroad in the spheres of the soul?
Long is it, long
Since thou heark'nedst and camest to comfort me, Spirit of Song!
Now that thou here art, I care not: the world is forgot:
Love, Love lord once more in my life is. The rest matters not.
Since thou heark'nedst and camest to comfort me, Spirit of Song!
Now that thou here art, I care not: the world is forgot:
Love, Love lord once more in my life is. The rest matters not.
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