“I am engulfed, and drown deliciously… Soft music like a perfume, and sweet light… Golden with audible odours exquisite… Swathe me with cerements for eternity… Time is no more, I pause and yet I flee… A million ages wrap me round with night. I drain a million ages of delight
I hold the future in my memory.”
—Louis Campbell-Tipton (1877-1921) , “The opium-smoker”, 1907. [voice and piano]
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