Paroles de The Garden

I insisted that he ought to appear in the temple I built for him Not knowing that he cares only for temples building And not at all for temples built [C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy] There's faery in this garden I cannot bear to hear him sing Thee sculptors all pursuing Have embodied but their own Round their visions, form enduring Marble vestments thou hast thrown [Phantastes, by George MacDonald] There's faery in my garden I cannot bear to hear him sing But thyself, in silence winding Thou hast kept eternally Thee they found not, many finding I have found thee, wake for me [Phantastes, by George MacDonald] Hear my voice come through the golden Mist of memory and hope And with shadowy smile embolden Me with primal death to cope [Phantastes, by George MacDonald]