Demeter and other poems/Far—far—away
For works with similar titles, see Far Far Away.
FAR—FAR—AWAY.
(FOR MUSIC.)
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knewAs where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,Far—far—away?
What sound was dearest in his native dells?The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bellsFar—far—away.
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy,Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boyFar—far—away?
A whisper from his dawn of life? a breathFrom some fair dawn beyond the doors of deathFar—far—away?
Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of Birth,The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,Far—far—away?
What charm in words, a charm no words could give?O dying words, can Music make you liveFar—far—away?