NOCTURNE.
I.
In the shade of the trees it is night,
But out here bright as noon;
All the garden lies brilliantly white
In the light of the moon,
And the rose-laden air breathes delight,
And love passes so soon.
But out here bright as noon;
All the garden lies brilliantly white
In the light of the moon,
And the rose-laden air breathes delight,
And love passes so soon.
II.
From across the far fields comes the sound
Of the sea on the shore;
So the love of all time echoes round
The wide world o er and o er.
But our love-time is brief and when found
Shall we waste it the more?
Of the sea on the shore;
So the love of all time echoes round
The wide world o er and o er.
But our love-time is brief and when found
Shall we waste it the more?
III.
From the branches I brush as I pass
Fall the dewdrops like rain,
And the wind in the trees sighs "Alas,"
And is silent again.
But no faint footstep rustles the grass,
And I listen in vain.
Fall the dewdrops like rain,
And the wind in the trees sighs "Alas,"
And is silent again.
But no faint footstep rustles the grass,
And I listen in vain.
IV.
O my lady, your garden lies fair
In the light of the moon;
It is midnight—but why should we care?—
In our hearts is high noon.
Life is sweet as the rose-laden air,
And—love passes so soon.
In the light of the moon;
It is midnight—but why should we care?—
In our hearts is high noon.
Life is sweet as the rose-laden air,
And—love passes so soon.
C. D.