O Love, I Complain

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Gustav Holst - Pop

O Love, I Complain

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O Love, I complain Complain of thee often Because thou dost soften My being to pain: Thou makest me fear The mind that createth That loves not nor hateth In justice austere; Who, ere he make one With millions toyeth And lightly destroyeth Whate'er is begun An' wer't not for thee My glorious passion My heart I could fashion To sternness, as he But thee, Love, he made Lest man should defy him Connive and outvie him And not be afraid: Nay, thee, Love, hе gave His terrors to cover And turn to a lovеr His insolent slave

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Credits

Writers
  • Gustav Holst
  • Robert Bridges