ILLA CANTAT: NOS TACEMUS: QUANDO VER VENIT MEUM? <br />QUANDO FIAM UTI CHELIDON, UT TACERE DESINAM? <br />PERDIDI MUSAM TACENDO, NEC ME PHOEBUS RESPICIT. <br />SIC AMYCLAS, CUM TACERENT, PERDIDIT SILENTIUM. <br />CRAS AMET QUI NUNQUAM AMAVIT: QUIQUE AMAVIT CRAS AMET. <br /> <br />She sings, but we are silent: when shall Spring <br />Of mine come to me? I as the swallow make <br />Me vocal, and this desolate silence break? <br />The Muse has left me for I cannot sing; <br />Nor does Apollo now his splendour bring <br />To aid my vision, blinded for her sake— <br />Thus mute Amyclas would not silence wake <br />And perished in the shadow of its wing. <br /> <br />The wings of the imperishable Dove <br />Unfold for flight, and we shall cease from sorrow; <br />Song shall the beauty of dead Silence borrow <br />When lips once mute now raise this chant above: <br />Love to the loveless shall be given to-morrow, <br />To-morrow for the lover shall be love.<br /><br />Joseph Mary Plunkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vigil-of-love/
