Rainbows (Custance)/The Song
For works with similar titles, see The Song.
The Song
Sing to me! for your songs drive care away,
And fill with delicate dreams the common day.
In music is your fettered self set free,
It is the unmasked man that speaks to me.
Gone is the cold bright glance I know so well,
Hushed is the hard light laughter like a bell,
Few would believe your smiling shallow eyes
Could swim and burn with such grave mysteries,
And few who know your clear low voice, would guess
That it could tremble with such tenderness.
Even your beauty and your pliant grace,
Transfigured by the passion in your face
Grow dim, like lamps at dawn, before the whole
Impulsive revelation of your soul.
And fill with delicate dreams the common day.
In music is your fettered self set free,
It is the unmasked man that speaks to me.
Gone is the cold bright glance I know so well,
Hushed is the hard light laughter like a bell,
Few would believe your smiling shallow eyes
Could swim and burn with such grave mysteries,
And few who know your clear low voice, would guess
That it could tremble with such tenderness.
Even your beauty and your pliant grace,
Transfigured by the passion in your face
Grow dim, like lamps at dawn, before the whole
Impulsive revelation of your soul.