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tim graham - alfred lord tennyson - fatima كلمات أغنية

o love, love, love! o withering might!
o sun, that from thy noonday height
shudderest when i strain my sight
throbbing thro’ all thy heat and light
lo, falling from my constant mind
lo, parch’d and wither’d, deaf and blind
i whirl like leaves in roaring wind

last night i wasted hateful hours
below the city’s eastern towers:
i thirsted for the brooks, the showers:
i roll’d among the tender flowers:
i crush’d them on my breast, my mouth;
i look’d athwart the burning drouth
of that long desert to the south

last night, when some one spoke his name
from my swift blood that went and came
a thousand little shafts of flame
were shiver’d in my narrow frame
o love, o fire! once he drew
with one long kiss my whole soul thro’
my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew

before he mounts the hill, i know
he cometh quickly: from below
sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow
before him, striking on my brow
in my dry brain my spirit soon
down_deepening from swoon to swoon
faints like a daled morning moon
the wind sounds like a silver wire
and from beyond the noon a fire
is pour’d upon the hills, and nigher
the skies stoop down in their desire;
and, isled in sudden seas of light
my heart, pierced thro’ with fierce delight
bursts into blossom in his sight

my whole soul waiting silently
all naked in a sultry sky
droops blinded with his shining eye:
i will possess him or will die
i will grow round him in his place
grow, live, die looking on his face
die, dying clasp’d in his embrace

- tim graham

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