| [00:31.000] |
Afar away the light that brings cold cheer |
| [00:36.000] |
Unto this wall, - one instant and no more |
| [00:41.000] |
Admitted at my distant palace-door |
| [00:47.000] |
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear |
| [00:52.000] |
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here |
| [01:01.000] |
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey |
| [01:05.000] |
That chills me: and afar; how far away |
| [01:11.000] |
The nights that shall be from the days that were |
| [02:18.000] |
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame |
| [02:22.000] |
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part |
| [02:28.000] |
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art |
| [02:33.000] |
Nay, for this spring-flowers, turn thy face from them |
| [02:37.000] |
Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem |
| [02:42.000] |
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart |
| [03:01.000] |
Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing |
| [03:08.000] |
Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign |
| [03:15.500] |
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine |
| [03:19.000] |
(Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring) |
| [03:23.000] |
Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine |
| [03:27.000] |
(Continually together, murmuring) |
| [03:31.000] |
Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine |
| [03:34.500] |
(Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine) |
| [03:38.000] |
Woe's me for thee |
| [03:42.500] |
unhappy Proserpine |
| [03:46.000] |
Woe's me for thee |
