VILLANELLE
VILLANELLE
Sois thy music unto me,As the bright moon which tides obey,As the white moon upon the sea.And like a wind that scatters freeThe petals of an April day,So is thy music unto me.It falleth light and quietlyAnd sweet as summer’s petals—nay,As the white moon upon the sea.As moonlight falling silveryOn waves of wild and surging grey,So is thy music unto me.As o’er each white and ebon keyI watch thy silver fingers play,As the white moon upon the sea,On headlands of eternityMy soul is hurled, and dashed in spray!So is thy music unto meAs the bright moon which tides obey,As the white moon upon the sea.
Sois thy music unto me,As the bright moon which tides obey,As the white moon upon the sea.And like a wind that scatters freeThe petals of an April day,So is thy music unto me.It falleth light and quietlyAnd sweet as summer’s petals—nay,As the white moon upon the sea.As moonlight falling silveryOn waves of wild and surging grey,So is thy music unto me.As o’er each white and ebon keyI watch thy silver fingers play,As the white moon upon the sea,On headlands of eternityMy soul is hurled, and dashed in spray!So is thy music unto meAs the bright moon which tides obey,As the white moon upon the sea.
Sois thy music unto me,As the bright moon which tides obey,As the white moon upon the sea.
Sois thy music unto me,
As the bright moon which tides obey,
As the white moon upon the sea.
And like a wind that scatters freeThe petals of an April day,So is thy music unto me.
And like a wind that scatters free
The petals of an April day,
So is thy music unto me.
It falleth light and quietlyAnd sweet as summer’s petals—nay,As the white moon upon the sea.
It falleth light and quietly
And sweet as summer’s petals—nay,
As the white moon upon the sea.
As moonlight falling silveryOn waves of wild and surging grey,So is thy music unto me.
As moonlight falling silvery
On waves of wild and surging grey,
So is thy music unto me.
As o’er each white and ebon keyI watch thy silver fingers play,As the white moon upon the sea,On headlands of eternityMy soul is hurled, and dashed in spray!
As o’er each white and ebon key
I watch thy silver fingers play,
As the white moon upon the sea,
On headlands of eternity
My soul is hurled, and dashed in spray!
So is thy music unto meAs the bright moon which tides obey,As the white moon upon the sea.
So is thy music unto me
As the bright moon which tides obey,
As the white moon upon the sea.