Tangerine Dream - Hymn To Intellectual Beauty lyrics

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower; Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening Like clouds in starlight widely spread Like memory of music fled Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone? Why dost thou pa** away and leave our state This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown Why fear and dream and d**h and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope? No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given: Therefore the names of God and ghosts and Heaven Remain the records of their vain endeavour: Frail spells whose uttered charm might not avail to sever From all we hear and all we see Doubt, chance and mutability Thy light alone like mist o'er mountains driven Or music by the night-wind sent Through strings of some still instrument Or moonlight on a midnight stream Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent Man were immortal and omnipotent Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart Thou messenger of sympathies That wax and wane in lovers' eyes; Thou, that to human thought art nourishment Like darkness to a dying flame! Depart not as thy shadow came Depart not--lest the grave should be Like life and fear, a dark reality While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard; I saw them not; When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of buds and blossoming Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine: have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers Of studious zeal or love's delight Outwatched with me the envious night: They know that never joy illumed my brow Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery That thou, O awful LOVELINESS Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky Which through the summer is not heard or seen As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my pa**ive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm, to one who worships thee And every form containing thee Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind