 | Later Lyrics |  |
103
WISHES.
I would I might approach thee,
As the moon draws near the cloud,
With still and stately courtesy,
Clear-eyed and solemn-browed;
But, when their meeting comes, her face
In his deep breast doth hide,
The heavens are still, in solemn joy,
The world is glorified.
As the moon draws near the cloud,
With still and stately courtesy,
Clear-eyed and solemn-browed;
But, when their meeting comes, her face
In his deep breast doth hide,
The heavens are still, in solemn joy,
The world is glorified.
I would I might approach thee,
As music, swift afloat,
Surprises, with its sudden joy,
A wanderer in a boat:
The sordid walls of life fall down
Before that clarion clear;
A passing rapture oft recalled
When days grow blank and drear.
As music, swift afloat,
Surprises, with its sudden joy,
A wanderer in a boat:
104
Before that clarion clear;
A passing rapture oft recalled
When days grow blank and drear.
I would I might approach thee,
As breezes fresh and pure,
Unsighted, breathe on fevered lips,
And throbbing temples cure;
As Joy and Love, and healthful Hope,
Visit some chosen heart,
And enter, softly welcomed there,
And never more depart.
As breezes fresh and pure,
Unsighted, breathe on fevered lips,
And throbbing temples cure;
As Joy and Love, and healthful Hope,
Visit some chosen heart,
And enter, softly welcomed there,
And never more depart.
| Later Lyrics | |