Come . . . Listen to my soul-song!
The darkness burst,
And Thy descending shafts of light
Pierced the clouds of gloom
To listen to my soul‐song!
Behind the screen of my eyes,
Though hidden Thou art,
Thou dost linger unseen
To listen to my soul‐song.
Burst the veils! Burst the blue!
Burst all lights!
And come to me as Thou art,
To listen to my soul‐song.
Burst my senses and my mind!
Burst my heart and feeling!
Burst my silence and my soul
To listen to my soul‐song.
Burst the heart! Burst the sky!
Burst the soul!
And come, listen to my soul‐song,
Come, listen to my soul‐song!
In the breeze I feel Thy touch;
In the sun, Thy warm love;
In colorful scenery I see Thy beauty‐face;
In the waves, I see Thee dancing—
Leaping, ever lightly!
Thou dost pirouette o’er my thoughts,
And listen ever to my soul‐song.
Listen to my soul‐song!
Break the heart, break the sky, break the soul!
Come, listen to my soul‐song!
Hovering o’er clouds,
Lingering o’er the lea—
Thou hast come
To hear my soul‐song.
Beneath the dim gloom of my devotion,
Hidden Thou dost remain—
To listen to my soul‐song.
