Love - Эдуард Элгар

Like the rosy northern glow

Flushing on a moonless night

Where the world is level snow,

So thy light.

In my time of outer gloom

Thou didst come, a tender lure;

Thou, when life was but a tomb,

Beamedst pure.

Thus I looked to heaven again,

Yearning up with eager eyes,

As sunflow'rs after dreary rain

Drink the skies.

Oh glow on and brighter glow,

Let me ever gaze on thee,

Lest I lose warm hope and so

Cease to be.

(Arthur Maquarie, 1874 – ?)