Ritornello
And she, with languid lips and eyes like night,
Listens . . . and whispers back and understands.
Listens . . . and whispers back and understands.
Oh, friend gone far away, my restless songs
Crave ever for the hour of your return.
At Hope's dim doors their silent wings flash white,
And when bright Day puts off earth's crown of wrongs
And darkness draws Life dreamward, still they yearn
Toward you in Sleep's fairy-lands all night.
Crave ever for the hour of your return.
At Hope's dim doors their silent wings flash white,
And when bright Day puts off earth's crown of wrongs
And darkness draws Life dreamward, still they yearn
Toward you in Sleep's fairy-lands all night.
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