Helen Dudley
I have seen the proudest starsThat wander on through space,Even the sun and moon,But not your face.I have heard the violin,The winds and waves rejoiceIn endless minstrelsy,Yet not your voice.I have touched the trillium,Pale flower of the land,Coral, anemone,And not your hand.I have kissed the shining feetOf Twilight lover-wise,Opened the gates of Dawn—Oh, not your eyes!I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you.
I have seen the proudest starsThat wander on through space,Even the sun and moon,But not your face.I have heard the violin,The winds and waves rejoiceIn endless minstrelsy,Yet not your voice.I have touched the trillium,Pale flower of the land,Coral, anemone,And not your hand.I have kissed the shining feetOf Twilight lover-wise,Opened the gates of Dawn—Oh, not your eyes!I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you.
I have seen the proudest starsThat wander on through space,Even the sun and moon,But not your face.
I have seen the proudest stars
That wander on through space,
Even the sun and moon,
But not your face.
I have heard the violin,The winds and waves rejoiceIn endless minstrelsy,Yet not your voice.
I have heard the violin,
The winds and waves rejoice
In endless minstrelsy,
Yet not your voice.
I have touched the trillium,Pale flower of the land,Coral, anemone,And not your hand.
I have touched the trillium,
Pale flower of the land,
Coral, anemone,
And not your hand.
I have kissed the shining feetOf Twilight lover-wise,Opened the gates of Dawn—Oh, not your eyes!
I have kissed the shining feet
Of Twilight lover-wise,
Opened the gates of Dawn—
Oh, not your eyes!
I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you.
I have dreamed unwonted things,
Visions that witches brew,
Spoken with images,
Never with you.
A few more windy daysMust come and go their ways,And we will walkMy love and IBeneath the amber-dripping boughs.Then on the stars we’ll tread,On purple stars and red,And wonder whyThe while we talkMen sing so much of broken vows.
A few more windy daysMust come and go their ways,And we will walkMy love and IBeneath the amber-dripping boughs.Then on the stars we’ll tread,On purple stars and red,And wonder whyThe while we talkMen sing so much of broken vows.
A few more windy daysMust come and go their ways,And we will walkMy love and IBeneath the amber-dripping boughs.
A few more windy days
Must come and go their ways,
And we will walk
My love and I
Beneath the amber-dripping boughs.
Then on the stars we’ll tread,On purple stars and red,And wonder whyThe while we talkMen sing so much of broken vows.
Then on the stars we’ll tread,
On purple stars and red,
And wonder why
The while we talk
Men sing so much of broken vows.