 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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DE PROFUNDIS
You must be troubled, Asthore,
Because last night you came
And stood on the moonlit floor,
And called again my name.
In dreams I felt your tears,
In dreams mine eyes were wet;
O, dead for seven long years!
And can you not forget?
Are you not happy yet?
The mass-bell shall be rung,
The mass be said and sung,
And God will surely hear;
Go back and sleep, my dear!
Because last night you came
And stood on the moonlit floor,
And called again my name.
In dreams I felt your tears,
In dreams mine eyes were wet;
O, dead for seven long years!
And can you not forget?
Are you not happy yet?
The mass-bell shall be rung,
The mass be said and sung,
And God will surely hear;
Go back and sleep, my dear!
You went away when you heard
The red cock's clarion crow.
You have given my heart a sword,
You have given my life a woe,
I, who your burden bore,
On whom your sorrows fell;
You had to travel, Asthore,
Your bitter need to tell,
And I—was faring well!
The mass-bell shall be rung,
The mass be said and sung,
And God will surely hear;
Go back and sleep, my dear!
The red cock's clarion crow.
You have given my heart a sword,
You have given my life a woe,
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On whom your sorrows fell;
You had to travel, Asthore,
Your bitter need to tell,
And I—was faring well!
The mass-bell shall be rung,
The mass be said and sung,
And God will surely hear;
Go back and sleep, my dear!
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