Your finger-tips, in mortal fear
To meet your eyes; and yet I bless
That little moment none the less.
MY SOUL, THE DEATHLESS
Hush! my soul is singing;
Through the still night ringing
Sounds its voice.
Till the dark in wonder
Your finger-tips, in mortal fear
To meet your eyes; and yet I bless
That little moment none the less.
Hush! my soul is singing;
Through the still night ringing
Sounds its voice.
Till the dark in wonder