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john corigliano - l'invitation au voyage lyrics

my child, my sister
dream
how sweet all things would seem
were we in that kind land to live together
and there love slow and long
there love and die among
those scenes that image you, that sumptuous weather
drowned suns that glimmer there
through cloud+disheveled air
move me with such a mystery as appears
within those other skies
of your treacherous eyes
when i behold them shining through thеir tears

there, thеre is nothing else but grace and measure
richness, quietness, and pleasure

furniture that wears
the l+stre of the years
softly would glow within our glowing chamber
flowers of rarest bloom
proffering their perfume
mixed with the vague fragrances of amber;
gold ceilings would there be
mirrors deep as the sea
the walls all in eastern splendor hung +
nothing but should address
the soul’s loneliness
speaking her sweet and secret native tongue
there, there is nothing else but grace and measure
richness, quietness, and pleasure

see, sheltered from the swells
there in the still c+n+ls
those drowsy ships that dream of sailing forth;
it is to satisfy
your least desire, they ply
hither through all the waters of the earth
the sun at close of day
clothes the fields of hay
then the c+n+ls, at last the town entire
in hyacinth and gold:
slowly the land is rolled
sleepward under a sea of gentle fire

there, there is nothing else but grace and measure
richness, quietness, and pleasure

- john corigliano lyrics

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