The Broken Wing/The Lute-Song
4. The Lute-Song
Why need you a burnished mirror of gold,
O bright and imperious face?
Mine eyes be the shadowless wells of desire
For the sun of your glory and grace!
O bright and imperious face?
Mine eyes be the shadowless wells of desire
For the sun of your glory and grace!
Why need you the praises of ivory lutes,
O proud and illustrious name?
My voice be the journeying lute of delight
For the song of your valour and fame!
O proud and illustrious name?
My voice be the journeying lute of delight
For the song of your valour and fame!
Why need you pavilions and pillows of silk,
Soft foot-cloths of azure, O Sweet?
My heart be your tent and your pillow of rest,
And a place of repose for your feet!
Soft foot-cloths of azure, O Sweet?
My heart be your tent and your pillow of rest,
And a place of repose for your feet!
Why need you sad penance or pardon or prayer
For life's passion and folly and fears?
My soul be your living atonement, O Love,
In the flame of immutable years!
For life's passion and folly and fears?
My soul be your living atonement, O Love,
In the flame of immutable years!