Hist! - Under the moon a dancing swan!
His beauty be a minuetto with the nightfall
My preciouest Eye, why barest thou such
innocent rapture?

Twirling swan, angelic dancer,
Until morn-rise thou shalt whirl
with gleaming waters, which are thy fonde
requeste for pleasure e´ermore

Lost Heaven,
enlight´ thy dearest stars
Enkindle now the fire
Thus thou canst see those dancers dance
sent fro´ the shades below...

Yet wilst thou send the garish´st light
to burn the pale, caressing Night?-
Oh Swan!
How tragic hath thy dance become
how funereal Night´s Orchestra!

Amberéd moon, ye cloud-cover´d mother
bath thy waiting children
Welcom´d by Dusk I pray to thee
to cheer thy heart of ebony!

Ye purple clouds, grant me this joy
whilst Heaven His Queen bareth
thus jocundly the Night be spent
and Blood ´twixt clos´d lips serveth

(And Lo! - His voice raiseth ´pon the waves! )

„And darkness lulleth me
-a feather on its flight through night
my emotions an ocean of fire
may rest in cold and silent grave
Hark! The ravens! come and fly,
spread the wings and be us part
-vast woods and moonlit places
a secret light - (yet) day denied...“
When the nightfall gently
covers thine fear with dreams
I´ll come as thou hast orderéd
to search for life and thee!

Dew-wet fields like teardrops?
the stars twinkle in the weeping sky,
the smell of purest innocence -
like visions of Daylight....

Lost Heaven,
enlight´ thy dearest stars
Enkindle now the fire
Thus thou canst see those dancers dance
sent fro´ the shades below.
Hist! Under the moon a silent lake...
His beauty lieth dead at daybreak
My preciouest Eye, why barest thou
such a lonely grief ?

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