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Jim Clark: Music

The Altitudes of Love

(Jim Clark)
November 22, 2010
Words: Byron Herbert Reece/Music: Jim Clark

This odd little poem reminds me a lot of William Blake, especially the final verses.  Given the imagery of those final verses, I thought it needed to sound a little frightening, or at least disturbing.

The Altitudes of Love



If ever I saw my True-Love

Coming from Pindar Lake

And I in the Hughly Hills above

I’d hasten, for love’s sake,


By the descending roadway;

We’d meet at middle height

Before the slant of the day

Tipped westward toward the night.


For it is not meet in darkness

In a low place to lie down;

Nor where the glow of love is less—

At the luminescent crown


Of a wild, wind-deafened summit—

Than the sun’s that lights the bed.

Let the eunuch and the hermit

Mate with the lightless dead,


And the man that mocks the lightning

Love himself alone;

Let two to each their comfort bring

To a bed not wholly stone


And lie where leaves have dappled

The floor with light and shade

Since the two in the garden grappled

When first the world was made.