Ettie May.Copied by permission ofWM. Hall & Son, 543 Broadway,N. Y., Publishers of the music, and owners of copyright.In beauty gleamed the moon last night,And brightly star lamps shone,The wind among the lindentreesMade music sad and lone;The shadows of the firelight dancedLike sprites upon the floor,As moon and star ray gently fellAround the cottage door;With breathings hush’d we sat aroundThe couch where Ettie lay,And wept that one so beautiful,So soon must pass away.She wore within her golden hairA mesh of changeful light,And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheenWere spirits’ gleams last night;Upon their light and viewless wings,The angels downward came,And stole within the cottage door,And quench’d our love-light flame.So quiet were her slumbers sweetOn yester eventide,We thought her dying when she slept,And sleeping, when she died!
Copied by permission ofWM. Hall & Son, 543 Broadway,N. Y., Publishers of the music, and owners of copyright.
In beauty gleamed the moon last night,And brightly star lamps shone,The wind among the lindentreesMade music sad and lone;The shadows of the firelight dancedLike sprites upon the floor,As moon and star ray gently fellAround the cottage door;With breathings hush’d we sat aroundThe couch where Ettie lay,And wept that one so beautiful,So soon must pass away.She wore within her golden hairA mesh of changeful light,And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheenWere spirits’ gleams last night;Upon their light and viewless wings,The angels downward came,And stole within the cottage door,And quench’d our love-light flame.So quiet were her slumbers sweetOn yester eventide,We thought her dying when she slept,And sleeping, when she died!
In beauty gleamed the moon last night,And brightly star lamps shone,The wind among the lindentreesMade music sad and lone;The shadows of the firelight dancedLike sprites upon the floor,As moon and star ray gently fellAround the cottage door;With breathings hush’d we sat aroundThe couch where Ettie lay,And wept that one so beautiful,So soon must pass away.She wore within her golden hairA mesh of changeful light,And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheenWere spirits’ gleams last night;Upon their light and viewless wings,The angels downward came,And stole within the cottage door,And quench’d our love-light flame.So quiet were her slumbers sweetOn yester eventide,We thought her dying when she slept,And sleeping, when she died!
In beauty gleamed the moon last night,And brightly star lamps shone,The wind among the lindentreesMade music sad and lone;The shadows of the firelight dancedLike sprites upon the floor,As moon and star ray gently fellAround the cottage door;With breathings hush’d we sat aroundThe couch where Ettie lay,And wept that one so beautiful,So soon must pass away.
In beauty gleamed the moon last night,
And brightly star lamps shone,
The wind among the lindentrees
Made music sad and lone;
The shadows of the firelight danced
Like sprites upon the floor,
As moon and star ray gently fell
Around the cottage door;
With breathings hush’d we sat around
The couch where Ettie lay,
And wept that one so beautiful,
So soon must pass away.
She wore within her golden hairA mesh of changeful light,And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheenWere spirits’ gleams last night;Upon their light and viewless wings,The angels downward came,And stole within the cottage door,And quench’d our love-light flame.So quiet were her slumbers sweetOn yester eventide,We thought her dying when she slept,And sleeping, when she died!
She wore within her golden hair
A mesh of changeful light,
And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheen
Were spirits’ gleams last night;
Upon their light and viewless wings,
The angels downward came,
And stole within the cottage door,
And quench’d our love-light flame.
So quiet were her slumbers sweet
On yester eventide,
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping, when she died!