10.08.2014, 12:52
VOX DOLORIS
(Jerusalem, B. C, 458)
NAY, but I loved thee so — and love thee still :
Look, didst thou not, when thou a stranger wast
In my far Babylon, the bright, the vast,
Lead me the happy bondmaid of thy will?
Why wilt thou put me from thee? What dire ill
Have I wrought on thy heart? I hold thee fast,
And cling and cry till life's last hope is past,
And faith grows sick with fears that scorch and kill.
Is thy God cruel, that this needs must be?
Canst thou forget the love, the dear delight,
The song, the dance, the mirth and minstrelsy,
Wherewith the swift days fled, too brief and bright?
Shall not our babes' sweet voices cry to thee,
Through all the hollow watches of the night?
(Jerusalem, B. C, 458)
NAY, but I loved thee so — and love thee still :
Look, didst thou not, when thou a stranger wast
In my far Babylon, the bright, the vast,
Lead me the happy bondmaid of thy will?
Why wilt thou put me from thee? What dire ill
Have I wrought on thy heart? I hold thee fast,
And cling and cry till life's last hope is past,
And faith grows sick with fears that scorch and kill.
Is thy God cruel, that this needs must be?
Canst thou forget the love, the dear delight,
The song, the dance, the mirth and minstrelsy,
Wherewith the swift days fled, too brief and bright?
Shall not our babes' sweet voices cry to thee,
Through all the hollow watches of the night?