"PS-400 Old Poets- This Useless Passion" by Numi Who

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To the poem "Ad Finum" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) this_useless_passion_parametric.mp3

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Numi Who

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Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #17

Peak in subgenre #6

Author

Words: Ella Wheeler Wilcox; Music: wbiro

Rights

2012 this version by wbiro

Uploaded

August 26, 2012

Track Files

MP3

MP3 8.3 MB • 192 kbps • 6:01

Lyrics

This Useless Passion

On the white throat of this useless passion
that scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion
and gathered them close in a grip of death.

For why should I fan, or feed with fuel
a love that showed me but blank despair?
So my hold was firm and my grasp was cruel -
I meant to strangle it then and there!

I thought it was dead, but with no warning
it rose from its grave last night, and came
and stood by my bed 'till the early morning
and over and over it spoke your name.

Its throat was red where my hands had held it
it burned my brow with its scorching breath
and I said, the moment my eyes beheld it,
"A love like this can know no death!"

For just one kiss that your lips have given
in the lost and beautiful past to me
I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven
and all the bliss of eternity
for never a joy are the angels keeping
to lay at my feet in Paradise
like that of into your strong arms creeping
and looking into your love-lit eyes.

I know, in the way that sins are reckoned
this thought is a sin of the deepest dye
but I know, too, if an angel beckoned
standing close by the Throne on High
and you, down by the gates infernal
should open your loving arms and smile
I would turn my back on the things supernatural
to lie on your breast a little while.

To know for an hour you were mine completely
mine in body and soul, my own
I would bear unending tortures sweetly
with not a murmur and not a moan.
A lighter sin or a lesser error
might change through hope or fear divine
but there is no fear, and hell has no terror
to change or alter a love like mine!

from "Ad Finum" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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