Sunk in dreams, throughout my life you walk,
Your image radiant in the golden light;
Your tender whispers echo through the night,
Comforting my restless soul, while you lock
My longing heart to yours; and as we talk,
I feel a sense of ordered beauty fight
My unbelieving heart, and then you strike
A hope that at your door one day I'll knock.
The bitter cloak fell quickly to the floor,
And you are just a precious memory now;
Blow gently breeze upon my newborn brow,
And take me back to days spent at the shore,
And seeing all my bitterness released -
Go animate the organ for the feast.