Lyrics of „Sin of Self Love“
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
The transient pleasures as a vision seem
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
Can death be sleep?
Life is a dream, dream
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
How strange it is that man on earth should roam
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His ruggèd path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom, which is but to awake
Can death be sleep?
Life is a dream, dream
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
Can death be sleep?
Can death be sleep?
The original lines from Robert Browning in “Meeting at Night” and Robert Harrick in “Delight of Disorder”
Meeting at Night
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlet from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’the slushy sand
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joy and fears,
Thanthe two hearts beating each to each!
Delight of Disorder
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindless in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly;
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoestring, in whose tie
I see a wild civility –
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part