The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Humility.
The guitar was engaged in melody,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
......... Again.
As the moon's soft splendour
Over the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
Its own.
The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
Tonight;
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Delight.
Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A peculiar tone
That Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
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