The Voice
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light
Faint in the pale high solitudes,
And washed with rain and veiled by night,
Silver and blue and green were showing
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light
Faint in the pale high solitudes,
And washed with rain and veiled by night,
Silver and blue and green were showing
Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white, Fling the rock-surf in spray on high
Hurl the high seas on harbour bars, Madden them with thy havoc-shriek Against...
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone
Когда брала ты арфу в руки
Воспеть твоей подруги страсть,
Протяжные и тихи звуки
Над сердцем нежным сильну власть