Thou, Whose Face Hath Felt The Winter's Wind
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O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind,
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when phaebus was away,
To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind,
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring shall be a harvest time.
O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind,
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when phaebus was away,
To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge - I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge - I have none,
and yet the evening listens.
He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
O thou who bent in all the autumn-storms,
Like the trees at the moor amidst the woeful winds.
To thy wretched heart the spring shall be a triple morn -
Alas! I still long for it! I long for it!
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when phaebus was away,
To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind,
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring shall be a harvest time.
O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind,
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when phaebus was away,
To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge - I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge - I have none,
and yet the evening listens.
He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
O thou who bent in all the autumn-storms,
Like the trees at the moor amidst the woeful winds.
To thy wretched heart the spring shall be a triple morn -
Alas! I still long for it! I long for it!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.46] O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind
[00:07.37] Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
[00:13.96] And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars
[00:20.12] To thee the spring will be a harvest time.
[00:27.21] O thou, whose only book has been the light
[00:33.75] Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
[00:40.64] O thou, whose only book has been the light
[00:45.88] Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
[00:54.35] Night after night when phaebus was away
[01:00.19] To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
[01:34.22] O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind
[01:40.18] Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
[01:47.13] And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars
[01:53.48] To thee the spring shall be a harvest time.
[02:01.15] O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind
[02:07.63] Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
[02:15.27] O thou, whose only book has been the light
[02:20.57] Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
[02:29.45] Night after night when phaebus was away
[02:35.56] To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
[04:14.66] O fret not after knowledge - I have none
[04:18.45] And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
[04:24.37] O fret not after knowledge - I have none
[04:29.52] and yet the evening listens.
[04:33.39] He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle
[04:40.13] And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
[05:29.35] O thou who bent in all the autumn-storms
[05:35.04] Like the trees at the moor amidst the woeful winds.
[05:42.08] To thy wretched heart the spring shall be a triple morn -
[05:47.53] Alas! I still long for it! I long for it!
[05:59.32]
[00:07.37] Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
[00:13.96] And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars
[00:20.12] To thee the spring will be a harvest time.
[00:27.21] O thou, whose only book has been the light
[00:33.75] Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
[00:40.64] O thou, whose only book has been the light
[00:45.88] Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
[00:54.35] Night after night when phaebus was away
[01:00.19] To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
[01:34.22] O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind
[01:40.18] Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
[01:47.13] And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars
[01:53.48] To thee the spring shall be a harvest time.
[02:01.15] O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind
[02:07.63] Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
[02:15.27] O thou, whose only book has been the light
[02:20.57] Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
[02:29.45] Night after night when phaebus was away
[02:35.56] To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
[04:14.66] O fret not after knowledge - I have none
[04:18.45] And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
[04:24.37] O fret not after knowledge - I have none
[04:29.52] and yet the evening listens.
[04:33.39] He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle
[04:40.13] And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
[05:29.35] O thou who bent in all the autumn-storms
[05:35.04] Like the trees at the moor amidst the woeful winds.
[05:42.08] To thy wretched heart the spring shall be a triple morn -
[05:47.53] Alas! I still long for it! I long for it!
[05:59.32]