And in sleep he cried out to her,--stilling
A moment the rush of her song,
The rainbowing torrent of song,--
"Cease! cease! for the rapture is killing!
The glory of light is too strong!--
Oh, cease! make an end of thy song!"--
But she, with the frenzy o'erflowing,
Cried out in an anguish of passion,
"Thy soul shall be one with my song,
With me and the soul of my song.
Take my hand! let us walk in the glowing
Sweet heaven and hell of all song;
Where the torrents of music are flowing,
The rivers of music and song.
Take my hand! Dost thou hear? We are going!
We, too, to God's splendor belong!
Let us walk in the light of His song,
The thunder and flame of His song."