Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)

Song (Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in)

Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in,
Afar from the fret, the toil and the din,
Where the spring of love forever flows,
As clear as light and as sweet as the rose;
(Creep into my heart),
Where the dreams never wilt but their tints refine,
Rooted in beautiful thoughts of thine;
Where morn falls cool on the soul, like sleep,
And the nights are tranquil and tranced and deep;
Where the fairest thing of all the fair
Thou art, who hast somehow crept in there,
Deep into my heart,
Deep into my heart.

1. The Height of Land
2. The Sea by the Wood
3. The Fifteenth of April
4. To Winter (Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year)
5. Off the Isle Aux Coudres

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