by Joseph Campbell (1881 - 1944)
The dark is magical
Language: English
The dark is magical, the air Living with silver moths. Planet and star, like cherubim On heaven's amber stair, With golden cloths About their shoulders thrown, Whisper in sweet and secret monotone. The west wind beats upon my face With wings invisible, and feet As white and light and musical As wind . . . But lo, Where yonder in a cloud of snow Comes Christ, the Mystical ! His feet are whiter than the wind, His raiment than the stars, His voice than soiig of wind and stars In diapason joined More lyrical.
Authorship:
- by Joseph Campbell (1881 - 1944), "The dark is magical", appears in The Gilly of Christ, first published 1907 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949), "The dark is magical", op. 49 no. 7 (1922) [ voice and piano ], from Thirteen Songs: The Gilly of Christ, no. 7 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2009-02-03
Line count: 18
Word count: 94