The Tune
I knowa certain tune that my life plays;Over and over I have heard it startWith all the wavering loveliness of violsAnd gain in swiftness like a runner’s heart.It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbingHigh over time, high even over doubt,It has all heaven to itself—it pausesAnd faltering blindly down the air, goes out.
I knowa certain tune that my life plays;Over and over I have heard it startWith all the wavering loveliness of violsAnd gain in swiftness like a runner’s heart.It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbingHigh over time, high even over doubt,It has all heaven to itself—it pausesAnd faltering blindly down the air, goes out.
I knowa certain tune that my life plays;Over and over I have heard it startWith all the wavering loveliness of violsAnd gain in swiftness like a runner’s heart.
I knowa certain tune that my life plays;
Over and over I have heard it start
With all the wavering loveliness of viols
And gain in swiftness like a runner’s heart.
It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbingHigh over time, high even over doubt,It has all heaven to itself—it pausesAnd faltering blindly down the air, goes out.
It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbing
High over time, high even over doubt,
It has all heaven to itself—it pauses
And faltering blindly down the air, goes out.