PASSION.
Ah! could I but utter in songAll the anguish which robs me of peace,Thy sorrow of soul would be stilled,Thy murmur of doubting would cease!I would breathe forth my life, my beloved,As I told all my pain for thy sake;And, bursting in passionate song,My heart in its fulness would break.
Ah! could I but utter in songAll the anguish which robs me of peace,Thy sorrow of soul would be stilled,Thy murmur of doubting would cease!I would breathe forth my life, my beloved,As I told all my pain for thy sake;And, bursting in passionate song,My heart in its fulness would break.
Ah! could I but utter in songAll the anguish which robs me of peace,Thy sorrow of soul would be stilled,Thy murmur of doubting would cease!I would breathe forth my life, my beloved,As I told all my pain for thy sake;And, bursting in passionate song,My heart in its fulness would break.
Ah! could I but utter in song
All the anguish which robs me of peace,
Thy sorrow of soul would be stilled,
Thy murmur of doubting would cease!
I would breathe forth my life, my beloved,
As I told all my pain for thy sake;
And, bursting in passionate song,
My heart in its fulness would break.