On Wenlock Edge, on Texts by Alfred E. Housman: II. From far, from eve and morning (Andantino - Più mosso)

II. From far, from eve and morning - Ian Partridge/Music Group Of London

From far from eve and morning

And yon twelve-winded sky

The stuff of life to knit me

Blew hither here am I

Now for a breath I tarry

Nor yet disperse apart

Take my hand quick and tell me

What have you in your heart

Speak now and I will answer

How shall I help you say

Ere to the wind's twelve quarters

I take my endless way