The Windhover (Words by Gerald Manley Hopkins) That I could think there trembled through The Darkling Thrush (Words by Thomas Hardy) That the beasts should have seen our Lord lying in a manger!ħ,8,9. Oh, great mystery, and marvellous sacrament, O magnum mysterium – Peter Maxwell Davies (Words anonymous) More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.Ħ. Thus sang her first and last, and sang no more.įarewell all joys, O death, come close mine eyes Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, When death approached, unlocked her silent throat
The silver swan, who, living had no note, The Silver Swan – Orlando Gibbons (Words anonymous) If in dying I feel no other grief, I should be glad to die a thousand deaths a day.ĥ. Oh strange and diverse fate! For he dies disconsolate and I die a blessed death which as I die fills me completely with joy and desire. The sweet white swan while singing dies and I while weeping come to my life’s end. Il bianco e dolce cigno – Jacques Arcadelt (Words anonymous) Which swells it by the addition of a wraith aquiverĤ. Will near us, floating redoubled as a swan on the river. Nor comes aught to astound the impassive profound unawareness of thy brow.Ī loved one will be moulded to seem like a migrating space What confidence serene affected by transient shades,Īnd it all is borne on thy bounding course, for so gracile art thou! O thou doe, what vistas of secular forests appear in thine eyes reflected! Two songs – Paul Hindemith (Words by Maria Rilke) The resulting skeletons turn an honest pennyīy night we are hurled by dreams each one into a several worldĢ,3. The fish become agitated by the shoogling of the train Which have not been fed for quite some time. There is one special seat with a small hole in it?Īnd underneath the seat is a tank of piranha fish
The Subway Piranhas (Words by Edwin Morgan)ĭid anyone tell you that in each subway train I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight. I saw a house as big as the moon and higher I saw a well full of men’s tears that weep I saw a peacock with a fiery tail (Words anonymous 17th century) On the Underground (Set 2) – Thea Musgraveīy night we are hurled by dreams each one into a several world.
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