Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

Music: The Art of the Fugue, Fugue 19.
By J. S. Bach. Sequenced by Alessandro Simonetto at Kunst der Fuge.

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Though winter come, thy will be done,
For time must have an end,
And death must serve the wanderer
Who worships but the wind.

The being of a being is
Beyond all space and time.
And yet . . . and yet each being is
A moment with a name.
Ah, wanderer! Do not fear
The loss of joy and pain.
For nothingness is nothing less
Than never having been.





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