I am not found among the haunts of men,
Say that I went astray
Love-stricken from my way,
That I was lost, but have been found again."
Words by St John of the Cross, translated by Roy Campbell,
and set to music here by the composer Geoffrey Burgon:
performed by the choir of Chichester Cathedral directed by Alan Thurlow
and set to music here by the composer Geoffrey Burgon:
performed by the choir of Chichester Cathedral directed by Alan Thurlow
"My Love's the mountain range,
The valleys each with solitary grove,
The islands far and strange,
The streams and sounds that change,
The whistling of the lovesick winds that rove.
Before the dawn comes round
The music without sound,
The solitude that clamours,
The supper that revives us and enamours.
Now flowers the marriage bed
With tent of purple spread,
In peace securely founded,
And by a thousand shields of gold surmounted.
Tracking your sandal-mark
Yearning to catch the spark
And taste the scented wine
Which emanates a balm that is divine.
Deep-cellared is the cavern
Now, stumbling from the tavern,
No thoughts of mine survive,
And I have lost the flock I used to drive.
He gave his breast; seraphic
And there I made my traffic
Of all, withholding naught,
And promised to become the bride he sought.
My spirit I prepare
No flocks are now my care,
No other toil I share,
And only now in loving is my duty.
So now if from this day
Say that I went astray
Love-stricken from my way,
That I was lost, but have been found again."
St John of the Cross
Thank you. A joyful feast day to you!
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