The Green River
by Lord Alfred Bruce Douglas
I know a green grass path that leaves the field
And, like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood, where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day; and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all th’ unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost, or unrevealed.
So is my soul become a silent place.
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find some voice of music manifold.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Or love, that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.
Songs of John Alden Carpenter (Medium Voice)
Composer(s): John Alden Carpenter
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