...another comes to mind

Some texts linger from many years ago.  This is another that was learned through song:

Come with me, under my coat,
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
or wine if it be thy will.
And we will talk,
until talk is a trouble, too,
out on the side of the hill;
And nothing is left to do,
but an eye to look into an eye,
and a hand in a hand to slip;

and a sigh to answer a sigh;
And a lip to find out a lip!
What if the night be black!
And the air
on the mountain chill!
Where all but the fern is still!
Stay with me, under my coat!
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
out on the side of the hill!

James Stephens (1882-1950) - "The Coolin" from "Reincarnations" (1918), possibly based on an early Irish text.

And the next one recently left a deep impression.  No tune, but a conversation is associated with it.  Interesting how a set of words is so strongly colored by context.

We live in the right time even if it doesn't always feel like it.

Andrew Solomon, 2013

this comes to mind

Sure on this shining night

Of star-made shadows round

Kindness must watch for me

This side the ground

The late year lies down the north,
All is healed, all is health
High summer holds the earth,
Hearts all whole
Sure on this shining night
I weep for wonder
Wandr’ing far alone
Of shadows on the stars.

James Agee (1909-1955) - “Description of Elysium”, from Permit Me Voyage, stanzas 6-8, 1934.

I learned this as music, and now cannot speak the words without the choral cadences.

Song

Sing, the Muses, sing!

Sing the story of the war,
Of the front line - you know
What that looks like,
Don't you.

Sing of the 9 years.
Of the rage and killing that
Whipped the frenzied
Reptile so it
Tasted sweet alongside
Tears of grief.

Sing of words
Cut short by death,
The spirit leaving the body
And returning in bottles
To those who carry
The song to their children.

Sing of Berkeley Rep's
Production of An Iliad,
A world presented by
Two people who have traveled
Through time.