TESTO DEL LIED

"The Enchantress"
di Henry Fothergill Chorley (1808-1872)

By the lore of ages far,
By the rites which cowards shun,
I from grave and herb and star
Have my wand of triumph won.
Warriors I have brought to shame,
Turning glory to disgrace.
Kings have trembled when I came
Reading doom upon my face.
But, for thee, but, for thee,
My wild hair shall braided be
With the rose of richest breath,
With the jasmine white as death,
With the jasmine white as death.
And my voice in music flow,
And mine eyes all gently glow,
For, believe me, love like ours
Is the pow'r of magic powers.
For, believe me, love like ours
Is the pow'r of magic powers.


I know where the storm is born
That shall break the strong earth's frame;
From the fierce volcano's horn,
Brimming o'er with living flame.
I can name the very cloud
That the tempest forth doth keep,
Which the strongest ship hath bowed,
Built to rule the rebel deep.
But, for thee, but, for thee,
Shall be calm on earth and sea;
Gentle rivers, teeming mines,
Golden harvests, fragrant vines -
Golden harvests, fragrant vines.
And a sunlight bland and warm
And a moon of dreamy charm,
O, believe me, love like ours
Is the pow'r of magic powers.
O, believe me, love like ours
Is the pow'r of magic powers.