 | Gathered in the gloaming |  |
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Falling.
Yes, we lived and loved together,
In God's celestial places—
In His pure, unsinning places:
With the love-light on our faces,
In the blue and balmy weather,
We lived and loved together.
In God's celestial places—
In His pure, unsinning places:
With the love-light on our faces,
In the blue and balmy weather,
We lived and loved together.
Who was it that betrayed us?
Did the Bird of Paradise,
That sat so mute above us—
That watched us and surveyed us,
With his sharp, unsleeping eyes,
As if he'd fain reprove us?
Love, was it he betrayed us?
Did the Bird of Paradise,
That sat so mute above us—
That watched us and surveyed us,
With his sharp, unsleeping eyes,
As if he'd fain reprove us?
Love, was it he betrayed us?
Or did the crystal river,
That flashed like barb from quiver,
And with angry gleam dismayed us,
When it found us sitting ever,
So close, so close together,
In God's celestial weather—
Who was it, love, betrayed us?
That flashed like barb from quiver,
And with angry gleam dismayed us,
When it found us sitting ever,
So close, so close together,
In God's celestial weather—
Who was it, love, betrayed us?
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Who was it told the warden
Of our enchanted garden,
That we lived and loved together,
In its sweet celestial weather?
Who spoke of unrepentance,
And ah! what judge passed sentence?
For now, we're falling, falling,
Thrust out from holy places,
And the levin-light appalling
Blasts the love-light from our faces:
And hoot and howl and hiss
Scoff at us from the abyss,
While God's angels of the glory
Tell, with shame, our sinning story;—
Yes, we're falling, falling ever,
Through the fierce and fiery weather—
Yes, we're falling,
Falling,
Falling,
But we're falling, love
Together.
Of our enchanted garden,
That we lived and loved together,
In its sweet celestial weather?
Who spoke of unrepentance,
And ah! what judge passed sentence?
For now, we're falling, falling,
Thrust out from holy places,
And the levin-light appalling
Blasts the love-light from our faces:
And hoot and howl and hiss
Scoff at us from the abyss,
While God's angels of the glory
Tell, with shame, our sinning story;—
Yes, we're falling, falling ever,
Through the fierce and fiery weather—
Yes, we're falling,
Falling,
Falling,
But we're falling, love
Together.
| Gathered in the gloaming | |