Текст оригинала на английском языке
For Music What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue, Far-far-away? What sound was dearest in his native dells? The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells Far-far-away. What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, Far-far-away? A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death Far-far-away? Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of birth, The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth, Far-far-away? What charm in words, a charm no words could give? O dying words, can Music make you live Far-far-away?
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