However Sweet the Air or Green the Sea
|Music: Es taget vor dem Walde - Fortuna.
By Ludwig Senfl.
Sequenced by Curtis Clark at The Internet Renaissance Band.
|However sweet the air or green the sea,|
At times I shut myself within my room:
Perhaps I've failed to pierce the dream of me;
Perhaps I've let my mind become my tomb.
Yet when Creation hangs upon my breath,
Apocalypse advances with my age:
No happiness can compensate for death
Nor pleasure overwhelm my bitter rage.
In my love for you there is a field of flowers
Vaster than all the galaxies of night;
Each moment holds a sea of restless hours,
Replacing time with hills of laughing light.
So may we long be given this sweet grace
And love the child within the aging face;
Render the world upon the scrim of mind,
Yet glimpse through love the mystery behind.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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