Charles Ives - Premonitions
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There's a shadow on the grass
That was never there before
And the ripples as they pass
Whisper of an unseen oar;
And the song we knew by rote
Seems to falter in the throat
A footfall, scarcely noted
Lingers near the open door
Omens that were once but jest
Now are messengers of Fate;
And the blessing held the best
Cometh not or comes too latе
Yet what ever lifе may lack
Not a blown leaf beckons back
Forward! Forward! is the summons
Forward! Where new horizons wait
That was never there before
And the ripples as they pass
Whisper of an unseen oar;
And the song we knew by rote
Seems to falter in the throat
A footfall, scarcely noted
Lingers near the open door
Omens that were once but jest
Now are messengers of Fate;
And the blessing held the best
Cometh not or comes too latе
Yet what ever lifе may lack
Not a blown leaf beckons back
Forward! Forward! is the summons
Forward! Where new horizons wait