How astonishing is the chance
Of leaving this world impress a sense
Of natural beauties on us; hallelujah!
I think of green fields; I muse
With the greatest affection on every flower
I have known from my infancy; hallelujah!
Their shapes and colours are as new to me
As if I had just created them
With a superhuman fancy; hallelujah!
It is because they are connected
With the most thoughtless and the happiest
Moments of life.
How astonishing is the chance
Of leaving this world impress a sense
Of natural beauties on us!
The simple flowers of our Spring
Are what I want to see again; hallelujah!
[Lyrics by John Keats (1795-1821)]
1 | Darkness |
2 | The Camp Of Souls |
3 | Ancient Verses |
4 | The Origin Of The Muse |
5 | O Death (Rock Me Asleep) |
6 | Downvain |
7 | Introit II |
8 | The Sons Of Heaven |
9 | In My Holy Time |
10 | Darkness (Stromkern) |