CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Suspira, Op. 16
Take them, O Death! and bear away
Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image stamped upon this clay
Doth give thee that, but that alone!
Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves
As garments by the soul laid by
And precious only to ourselves
Take them, O Great Eternity!
Our little life is but a gust
That bends the branches of thy tree
And bends its blossoms in the dust
Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image stamped upon this clay
Doth give thee that, but that alone!
Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves
As garments by the soul laid by
And precious only to ourselves
Take them, O Great Eternity!
Our little life is but a gust
That bends the branches of thy tree
And bends its blossoms in the dust
