O, holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now, Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam, Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream,...
Oh, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. The gay romance of song Unto the spirit life doth not belong: Though far-between the hours In which the Master of Angelic powers...
Oh, be not led away. Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. The gay romances of song Unto the spirit-life doth not belong. Though far-between the hours In which the Master of Angelic Powers...