Eulogy Waltz
How can an child die
When funerary flowers have yet to bloom?
How can such hands clutch darkness?
When pleasures of a thousand Valleys roam
Hands to explore tall grass meadows
O'er ruins of rocks to climb
Hands to struggle up hills of sand
Which still beg a king
To welcome them home
And light atop their breast
And lo! To linger there
To treasure there
To chance fend off
Challenges of 30 Thousand Days yet to come
And off
With hardly a rest
Such hands
To lay back the wilderness
Abound to collect every meadow's
Secret and leaping and humming and winging affairs
And wilder round the groves
To their branches claim
Scrambling up, then down
To hang off their boughs
And heady to the precipitate top
Hands to climb out
And reach the sky
And precariously
Grab the sun
And O
In Faith
I cannot understand
How an Child's hands
Can hold such Coldness
Having grabbed at such Warmness
How can such hands hold still
When there's so much to be held
And remembered
In the Challenges of 30 Thousand Days
To my Faith
Yet to come
Behold!
You are beautiful my Love!
Arise my sleeping one and come away!
You are my Beloved
And I am yours
Until the day break
And all shadows flee
Draw up! And I will run after Thee
Rise up, my Love!
My Beautiful One
And come away!
Hysterical Girl
Who is your Beloved?
That He is more Beautiful than All?
Hysterical Girl! Who is this Beloved?
Who is he who can busy your mind so?
Who is he who can distract your senses so?
Hysterical Girl
Who is your Beloved?
That he stands among billions?
He is altogether lovely
This is my Beloved
Come then greet my Beloved
Altogether lovely
I am my Beloved's
And my Beloved is mine
I am my Beloved's
And his desire is toward me
My left hand is under his head
My right hand does embrace him
I charge you that you not stir up
Nor awake my Love
Until he so please
Set me this seal on your hearts
For Love is more powerful than Death
Where has your Beloved gone?
Most beautiful among women!
Where has your Beloved turned?
For we seek him along with thee
My beloved has gone down to his garden
I am my Beloved's
And my Beloved is mine
Until the Day break
And the Shadows flee!
Please, rise up my Love
My Beautiful One
Flee Shadows!
Allow My Beloved
To come away with me
When funerary flowers have yet to bloom?
How can such hands clutch darkness?
When pleasures of a thousand Valleys roam
Hands to explore tall grass meadows
O'er ruins of rocks to climb
Hands to struggle up hills of sand
Which still beg a king
To welcome them home
And light atop their breast
And lo! To linger there
To treasure there
To chance fend off
Challenges of 30 Thousand Days yet to come
And off
With hardly a rest
Such hands
To lay back the wilderness
Abound to collect every meadow's
Secret and leaping and humming and winging affairs
And wilder round the groves
To their branches claim
Scrambling up, then down
To hang off their boughs
And heady to the precipitate top
Hands to climb out
And reach the sky
And precariously
Grab the sun
And O
In Faith
I cannot understand
How an Child's hands
Can hold such Coldness
Having grabbed at such Warmness
How can such hands hold still
When there's so much to be held
And remembered
In the Challenges of 30 Thousand Days
To my Faith
Yet to come
Behold!
You are beautiful my Love!
Arise my sleeping one and come away!
You are my Beloved
And I am yours
Until the day break
And all shadows flee
Draw up! And I will run after Thee
Rise up, my Love!
My Beautiful One
And come away!
Hysterical Girl
Who is your Beloved?
That He is more Beautiful than All?
Hysterical Girl! Who is this Beloved?
Who is he who can busy your mind so?
Who is he who can distract your senses so?
Hysterical Girl
Who is your Beloved?
That he stands among billions?
He is altogether lovely
This is my Beloved
Come then greet my Beloved
Altogether lovely
I am my Beloved's
And my Beloved is mine
I am my Beloved's
And his desire is toward me
My left hand is under his head
My right hand does embrace him
I charge you that you not stir up
Nor awake my Love
Until he so please
Set me this seal on your hearts
For Love is more powerful than Death
Where has your Beloved gone?
Most beautiful among women!
Where has your Beloved turned?
For we seek him along with thee
My beloved has gone down to his garden
I am my Beloved's
And my Beloved is mine
Until the Day break
And the Shadows flee!
Please, rise up my Love
My Beautiful One
Flee Shadows!
Allow My Beloved
To come away with me
Credits
Writer(s): Wm. Cardwell
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