Thou art risen, my beloved
And thou callest me to follow
Follow thro’ the chilly twilight
Of this silent virgin morning
Whither, whither wouldst thou lead me
To what place of new enchantment?
Can the day that thou art seeking
Give such rapture as the darkness?
Thou art warm with many kisses
With the hand clasps of thy lover
Turn again unto my bosom
I would have it night for ever!
Thou art arisen, my beloved was written by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor & Radclyffe Hall.