The Song Of The Highest Tower

1. (From: Fetes de la Patience) Idle Youth By all things enslaved Through sensitivity I’ve wasted my days. Ah! Let the moment come When hearts love as one. I told myself: wait And let no one see: And without the promise Of true ecstasy. Let nothing delay This hiding away. I’ve been patient so long I’ve forgotten even The terror and suffering Flown up to heaven, A sick thirst again Darkens my veins. So the meadow Freed by neglect, Flowered, overgrown With weeds and incense, To the buzzing nearby Of a hundred foul flies. Ah! Thousand widowhoods Of a soul so poor It bears only the image Of our Lady before! Does one then pray To the Virgin today? Idle Youth By all things enslaved Through sensitivity I’ve wasted my days. Ah! Let the moment come When hearts love as one. 2. (From: Une Saison en Enfer) Let it come, let it come The day when hearts love as one. I’ve been patient so long I’ve forgotten even The terror and suffering Flown up to heaven, A sick thirst again Darkens my veins. Let it come, let it come The day when hearts love as one. So the meadow Freed by neglect, Flowered, overgrown With weeds and incense, To the buzz nearby Of foul flies. Let it come, let it come The day when hearts love as one.