Song | A Complaint By W Wordsworth |
Artist | Elijah's Mantle |
Album | Soul of Romanticism |
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[00:35.22] | There is a change—and I am poor; |
[00:39.66] | Your love hath been, nor long ago, |
[00:43.20] | A fountain at my fond heart's door, |
[00:46.99] | Whose only business was to flow; |
[00:50.48] | And flow it did; not taking heed |
[00:54.15] | Of its own bounty, or my need. |
[00:59.18] | |
[01:05.76] | What happy moments did I count! |
[01:09.00] | Blest was I then all bliss above! |
[01:12.54] | Now, for that consecrated fount |
[01:16.25] | Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, |
[01:19.84] | What have I? shall I dare to tell? |
[01:23.75] | A comfortless and hidden well. |
[01:27.68] | |
[01:42.84] | A well of love—it may be deep— |
[01:46.12] | I trust it is,—and never dry: |
[01:49.08] | What matter? if the waters sleep |
[01:51.81] | In silence and obscurity. |
[01:55.53] | —Such change, and at the very door |
[01:58.10] | Of my fond heart, hath made me poor. |
[02:02.10] |
[00:35.22] | There is a change and I am poor |
[00:39.66] | Your love hath been, nor long ago, |
[00:43.20] | A fountain at my fond heart' s door, |
[00:46.99] | Whose only business was to flow |
[00:50.48] | And flow it did not taking heed |
[00:54.15] | Of its own bounty, or my need. |
[00:59.18] | |
[01:05.76] | What happy moments did I count! |
[01:09.00] | Blest was I then all bliss above! |
[01:12.54] | Now, for that consecrated fount |
[01:16.25] | Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, |
[01:19.84] | What have I? shall I dare to tell? |
[01:23.75] | A comfortless and hidden well. |
[01:27.68] | |
[01:42.84] | A well of love it may be deep |
[01:46.12] | I trust it is, and never dry: |
[01:49.08] | What matter? if the waters sleep |
[01:51.81] | In silence and obscurity. |
[01:55.53] | Such change, and at the very door |
[01:58.10] | Of my fond heart, hath made me poor. |
[02:02.10] |
[00:35.22] | There is a change and I am poor |
[00:39.66] | Your love hath been, nor long ago, |
[00:43.20] | A fountain at my fond heart' s door, |
[00:46.99] | Whose only business was to flow |
[00:50.48] | And flow it did not taking heed |
[00:54.15] | Of its own bounty, or my need. |
[00:59.18] | |
[01:05.76] | What happy moments did I count! |
[01:09.00] | Blest was I then all bliss above! |
[01:12.54] | Now, for that consecrated fount |
[01:16.25] | Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, |
[01:19.84] | What have I? shall I dare to tell? |
[01:23.75] | A comfortless and hidden well. |
[01:27.68] | |
[01:42.84] | A well of love it may be deep |
[01:46.12] | I trust it is, and never dry: |
[01:49.08] | What matter? if the waters sleep |
[01:51.81] | In silence and obscurity. |
[01:55.53] | Such change, and at the very door |
[01:58.10] | Of my fond heart, hath made me poor. |
[02:02.10] |