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THE VOICE.
And amid his palace royalties
Rules like a demigod!
Which will lie highest and softest,
He, or I, under the sod?
Rules like a demigod!
Which will lie highest and softest,
He, or I, under the sod?
Give me my lowly cottage,
My wife and my brown-eyed girl!
One is my royal diamond,
The other my priceless pearl!
Go, King! ride, drink, and conquer,
Joy in your birth and your pride;
I wouldn't lift up a finger
To sit on the throne by your side!
For God and a true love have blessed me;
What can I ask for beside?
My wife and my brown-eyed girl!
One is my royal diamond,
The other my priceless pearl!
Go, King! ride, drink, and conquer,
Joy in your birth and your pride;
I wouldn't lift up a finger
To sit on the throne by your side!
For God and a true love have blessed me;
What can I ask for beside?
THE VOICE.
There's a mute voice ever singing to me in the depths of air,
I hear its plaintive breathings, soft and lonesome, everywhere,—
By the river, on the mountain, and the moorland ghostly bare.
I hear its plaintive breathings, soft and lonesome, everywhere,—
By the river, on the mountain, and the moorland ghostly bare.
Chanting, chanting, ever chanting, its solemn melody,
Like a myriad tiny pearl-shells in the deep and unknown sea,
Like a band of little fairies in a bed of rosemary.
Like a myriad tiny pearl-shells in the deep and unknown sea,
Like a band of little fairies in a bed of rosemary.
