Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

The wherewithal of day, and death, and night.

O men! O maidens! pray no prayer for me,

But sing to me the songs of my delight.

XV.

Aye, sing to me the songs I love to hear,

And let the sound thereof ascend to heaven.

And let the singers, with a voice of cheer,

Announce my name to all the ends of earth;

And let my servants, seventy times and seven,

Re-shout the raptures of my Samian mirth!