Amy Beach The Lotos Isles

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The Lotos Isles  lyrics by Lord Alfred Tennyson

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro’ the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

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  1. Cate Frazier-Neely

    Once again, thank you for making these songs available for so long. The Persian Love Song CD is wonderful, and its purchase is the very least other artists and music lovers can do to support The Artsong Project.

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