Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drige, artist - Hyperomm. Album song From Nothing to Eternity, in the genre Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Song language: English
Drige |
| Knows he who tills this lonely field |
| To reap its scanty corn |
| What mystic fruit his acres yield |
| At midnight and at morn? |
| In the long sunny afternoon |
| The plain was full of ghosts |
| I wandered up, I wandered down |
| Beset by pensive hosts |
| The winding Concord gleamed below |
| Pouring as wide a flood |
| As when my brothers long ago |
| Came with me to the wood |
| But they are gone, — the holy ones |
| Who trod with me this lonely vale |
| The strong, star-bright companions |
| Are silent, low, and pale |
| My good, my noble, in their prime |
| Who made this world the feast it was |
| Who learned with me the lore of time |
| Who loved this dwelling-place |
| They took this valley for their toy |
| They played with it in every mood |
| A cell for prayer, a hall for joy |
| They treated nature as they would |
| They colored the horizon round |
| Stars flamed and faded as they bade |
| All echoes hearkened for their sound |
| They made the woodlands glad or mad |
| I touch this flower of silken leaf |
| Which once our childhood knew |
| Its soft leaves wound me with a grief |
| Whose balsam never grew |
| Hearken to yon pine warbler |
| Singing aloft in the tree |
| Hearest thou, O traveller |
| What he singeth to me? |
| Not unless God made sharp thine ear |
| With sorrow such as mine |
| Out of that delicate lay couldst thou |
| The heavy dirge divine |
| Go, lonely man, it saith |
| They loved thee from their birth |
| Their hands were pure, and pure their faith |
| There are no such hearts on earth |
| Ye drew one mother’s milk |
| One chamber held ye all |
| A very tender history |
| Did in your childhood fall |
| Ye cannot unlock your heart |
| The key is gone with them |
| The silent organ loudest chants |
| The master’s requiem |
| Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson |