Хюб де Ланге - 4 Tennyson Elegies As a dove when up she springs - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Lo, as a dove when up she springs 
 To bear thro' Heaven a tale of woe, 
 Some dolorous message knit below 
 The wild pulsation of her wings; 
 
 Like her I go; I cannot stay; 
 I leave this mortal ark behind, 
 A weight of nerves without a mind, 
 And leave the cliffs, and haste away
  
 O'er ocean-mirrors rounded large, 
 And reach the glow of southern skies, 
 And see the sails at distance rise, 
 And linger weeping on the marge,
  
 And saying; 'Comes he thus, my friend? 
 Is this the end of all my care?' 
 And circle moaning in the air: 
 'Is this the end? Is this the end?'
  
 And forward dart again, and play 
 About the prow, and back return 
 To where the body sits, and learn 
 That I have been an hour away.