Spirit of joy and that enchanted air
That feeds the poet's parted lips like wine,
I dreamed and wandered hand in hand of thine,
How many a blissful day; but doubt and care,
The ghostly masters of this world, did come
With torturous malady and hid the day,
A gnawing flame that robbed my songs away,
And bound mine ears, and made me blind and dumb.
Master of mine, and Lord of light and ease,
Return, return, and take me by the hand;
Lead me again into that pleasant land,
Whose charmèd eyes and griefless lips adore
No lord but beauty; let me see once more
The light upon her golden palaces.
That feeds the poet's parted lips like wine,
I dreamed and wandered hand in hand of thine,
How many a blissful day; but doubt and care,
The ghostly masters of this world, did come
With torturous malady and hid the day,
A gnawing flame that robbed my songs away,
And bound mine ears, and made me blind and dumb.
Master of mine, and Lord of light and ease,
Return, return, and take me by the hand;
Lead me again into that pleasant land,
Whose charmèd eyes and griefless lips adore
No lord but beauty; let me see once more
The light upon her golden palaces.