NIGHT-MUSIC.
Whence comes this thrilling music.
Borne on the wings of night?
So soft, so sweet, it seems the sound
Made by a spirit's flight.
It steals upon the waters,
It lingers on the air,
As if it sought companionship
With sister-spirits there.
Borne on the wings of night?
So soft, so sweet, it seems the sound
Made by a spirit's flight.
It steals upon the waters,
It lingers on the air,
As if it sought companionship
With sister-spirits there.
Whence is its journeying? whither
Will its sweet sound die away?
It falls, then rising, falls again,
So tender, yet so gay,
That like to fairies' music,
It sports upon the gale,
Or like, perchance, the melting strains
Told in a lover's tale.
Will its sweet sound die away?
It falls, then rising, falls again,
So tender, yet so gay,
That like to fairies' music,
It sports upon the gale,
Or like, perchance, the melting strains
Told in a lover's tale.
O! on the wings of fancy
My soul is borne along,
Gay voices ring upon the air,
Bright visions round me throng,
Aiding to bear me onward,
To the land of bright romance,
To meet the thrilling witchery
Of beauty's magic glance.
My soul is borne along,
Gay voices ring upon the air,
Bright visions round me throng,
Aiding to bear me onward,
To the land of bright romance,
To meet the thrilling witchery
Of beauty's magic glance.
