Sing me a sweet, low song of night Before the moon is risen, A song that tells of the stars’ delight Escaped from day’s bright prison, A song that croons with the cricket’s voice, That sleeps with the shadowed trees, A song that shall bid my heart rejoice At its tender mysteries!
And then when the song is ended, love, Bend down your head unto me, Whisper the word that was born above Ere the moon had swayed the sea; Ere the oldest star began to shine, Or the farthest sun to burn,— The oldest of words, O heart of mine, Yet newest, and sweet to learn.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
