Crown Of Autumn Thou Mayst In Mee Behold Lyrics

Thou Mayst In Mee Behold Lyrics

Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicate

Which
painteth thee with the colour of antique gold

Throughout dim and narrow
lanes, aery surges of cold

Bring to mee my Ancestor's voice, whispering
mysterious words



Tears of white wax many candles shed in solemn
quiet

As I admire the Romanic stone glowing like ardent embers

Beautiful stained-glass windows represent legends of yore

Thruh the
rosette I behold the crescente moon in the enchanting violet of dusk



Shall I question the ancestral stars

And the earthly spirit of the
mounts

Thruh the forest and its tangled boughs

Hear the distant
echoes of the past...