IN THE MOONLIGHT
Themoonbeams filter softly throughThe leaves upon the linden tree;And as I sit alone, dear heart,My spirit yearns for thee!Yet in some gracious-wise to-nightWe do not seem far worlds apart;I reach my empty arms and dreamI fold thee to my heart.I close my brimming eyes, and seeThe strange, sweet beauty of thy smile,And fancy that our palms are metIn loving clasp the while.In soft, clear tones, I seem to hearThe long-hushed voice I loved so well;—I tremble, lest a breath should breakThis moment’s happy spell!O brother mine, could it be trueThine own dear presence hovers nearTo comfort with this heavenly peaceThy little sister here?
Themoonbeams filter softly throughThe leaves upon the linden tree;And as I sit alone, dear heart,My spirit yearns for thee!Yet in some gracious-wise to-nightWe do not seem far worlds apart;I reach my empty arms and dreamI fold thee to my heart.I close my brimming eyes, and seeThe strange, sweet beauty of thy smile,And fancy that our palms are metIn loving clasp the while.In soft, clear tones, I seem to hearThe long-hushed voice I loved so well;—I tremble, lest a breath should breakThis moment’s happy spell!O brother mine, could it be trueThine own dear presence hovers nearTo comfort with this heavenly peaceThy little sister here?
Themoonbeams filter softly throughThe leaves upon the linden tree;And as I sit alone, dear heart,My spirit yearns for thee!
Themoonbeams filter softly through
The leaves upon the linden tree;
And as I sit alone, dear heart,
My spirit yearns for thee!
Yet in some gracious-wise to-nightWe do not seem far worlds apart;I reach my empty arms and dreamI fold thee to my heart.
Yet in some gracious-wise to-night
We do not seem far worlds apart;
I reach my empty arms and dream
I fold thee to my heart.
I close my brimming eyes, and seeThe strange, sweet beauty of thy smile,And fancy that our palms are metIn loving clasp the while.
I close my brimming eyes, and see
The strange, sweet beauty of thy smile,
And fancy that our palms are met
In loving clasp the while.
In soft, clear tones, I seem to hearThe long-hushed voice I loved so well;—I tremble, lest a breath should breakThis moment’s happy spell!
In soft, clear tones, I seem to hear
The long-hushed voice I loved so well;
—I tremble, lest a breath should break
This moment’s happy spell!
O brother mine, could it be trueThine own dear presence hovers nearTo comfort with this heavenly peaceThy little sister here?
O brother mine, could it be true
Thine own dear presence hovers near
To comfort with this heavenly peace
Thy little sister here?