Samuel Coleridge Taylor Thou hast bewitched me, Beloved
Poem by Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall
Thou hast bewitched me, beloved
Till I am weaker than water,
Water that drips from the fountain
Through thy white tapering fingers.
Thou hast bewitched me, beloved!
Yet as the waters together
gather and grow to a torrent
Gathers the flood of my passion
bearing me forth on its bosom!
Thou hast bewitched me, beloved!
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Thanks, Lionel! I’m so happy we can make you happy
Ahh, more Coleridge-Taylor. You make an old man very happy! I like the tempo you take in Thou are Risen, my Beloved. It’s easy to go too fast but you have it just right, in my opinion – the drama comes out so much better at this tempo. Thanks you again.