Icarus Sacrificium
Wake me from my deep slumber
And the serenity of my dreams
To carry the world to the heavens
With the flutter of my wings
Wake me from my deep slumber
And the serenity of my dreams
To carry the world to the heavens
With the flutter of my wings
Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel Suffered the scorn of man for love of God;
Endured the outlaw's ban, the yoke, the rod,
With perfect patience
Empires rose and fell,
The dappled
Cheek and wimpled lip,
The gold-wisp, the
Eye, all in fellowship—This, all this beauty blooming,
Now long and long from wintry Strymon blew The weary, hungry, anchor-straining blasts,
The winds that wandering seamen dearly rue,
Nor spared the cables worn and groaning masts;
And, lingering on, in indolent delay,
How my body blooms from every veinmore fragrantly, since you appeared to me;look,
I walk slimmer now and straighter,and all you do is wait-:who are you then
Look:
I feel how I'm moving away,how I'm shedding my old life, leaf by leaf