Samuel Coleridge-Taylor Thou art risen, my Beloved
Thou art risen lyrics by Marguerite Radclyffe Hall
Thou art risen, my beloved
and thou callest me to follow
follow through the chilly twilight
of this silent virgin morning
Wither, wither wouldst thou lead me
to what place of new enchantment?
Can the day that thou art seeking
give such rapture as the darkness?
Thou art warm with many kisses
with the hand clasps of thy lover,
turn again unto my bosom
I would have it night forever!
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