Gerald Finzi — When I Set Out for Lyonnesse

When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away The rime was on the spray And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there No prophet durst declare Nor did the wisest wizard guess What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there When I came back from Lyonnesse With magic in my eyes None managed to surmise What meant my godlike gloriousness When I came back from Lyonnesse With magic in my eyes!