Chapter 53
My Soul, the Deathless by Radcliffe Hall. Hush, my soul is singing, through the still night ringing Sounds its voice, till the dark in wonder Seemeth cleft asunder, and the stars rejoice. Even the air is breathless, for my soul, the Deathless, sings of thee, Beats its wings of fire in the vast desire for eternity,
Lifts its eyes of splendour full of deep surrender for thy sake, Bids me let it press thee in its arms, and bless thee, till thy love awake. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
