Arthur Sullivan - The Lost Chord - текст песни (слова)

Seated one day at the organ, 
 I was weary and ill at ease,
 And my fingers wandered idly 
 Over the noisy keys;
 
 I know not what I was playing,
 Or what I was dreaming then,
 But I struck one chord of music,
 Like the sound of a great Amen.
 
 It flooded the crimson twilight,
 Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
 And it lay on my fevered spirit,
 With a touch of infinite calm;
 
 It quieted pain and sorrow,
 Like love overcoming strife;
 It seemed the harmonious echo 
 From our discordant life; 
 
 linked all perplexed meanings 
 Into one perfect peace,
 And trembled away into silence,
 As if it were loath to 
 
 I sought but I seek it vainly,
 That one lost chord divine,
 Which came from the soul of the organ,
 And entered into mine.
 
 It may be that Death's bright Angel 
 Will speak in that chord again,
 It may be that only in Heav'n 
 I shall hear that grand Amen.