Themes and Variations/At Music
AT MUSIC.
Oh, nightingale, singing alone on the tree,
What story is this that thou tellest to me?
Soathsayer, sing on! For the morning must break,
And from dreams we awake.
What story is this that thou tellest to me?
Soathsayer, sing on! For the morning must break,
And from dreams we awake.
A phantom flits yonder, along the green glade,
She glides o’er the moonshine, she slips through the shade.
I hear her soft laughter, I catch her white train,
But she will not remain.
She glides o’er the moonshine, she slips through the shade.
I hear her soft laughter, I catch her white train,
But she will not remain.
The pomegranate tree listens and rustles above,
The nightingale warbles her nocturne of love;
’Tis the whisper of sleep, ’tis a balm for the heart,
’Tis a theme of Mozart!
The nightingale warbles her nocturne of love;
’Tis the whisper of sleep, ’tis a balm for the heart,
’Tis a theme of Mozart!