Cyril Scott - Music lyrics

Oft Music possesses me like the seas! To my planet pale, 'Neath a ceiling of mist, in the lofty breeze, I set my sail. With inflated lungs and expanded chest, Like to a sail, On the backs of the heaped-up billows I rest— Which the shadows veil— I feel all the anguish within me arise Of a ship in distress; The tempest, the rain, 'neath the lowering skies, My body caress; At times, the calm pool or the mirror clear Of my despair!