When thou
commandest me to sing it seems that my heart
would break
with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is
harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet
harmony—and
my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its
flight
across the sea.
I know thou
takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a
singer I
come before thy presence.
I touch by
the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet
which I
could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with
the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend
who art my lord.
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