From an (untitled) Song



Rarely, rarely comest thou
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
Spirit false thou hast forgot
All but those who need thee not.

I love all thou lovest
Spirit of delight !
The fresh earth in new leaves dressed
And the starry night
Autumn evening and the morn
When the golden mists are born.


I love Love - though he has wings
And like light can flee,
But above all other things
Spirit I love thee
Thou art love and life ! oh come
Make once more my heart thy home.

Copyright: THE RAY CHARLES FOUNDATION DBA TANGERINE MUSIC
Writer(s): John Webster