DOWN the wonderful, magical river We drifted that summer night; And we almost heard the shiver Of the wind through the trees on our right; And the moon-rays seemed to quiver On your face, like the moonlight white. And the tide with a soft resistance Withstood our keel from below; But the yacht with its firm insistence Dropped down to the city below; And we saw in the mystical distance The white skiffs come and go. And your eyes in the moonlight tender Had things as tender to say; And your hand, so timid and slender, In mine forgetfully lay; And how my dream shall I render, As we drifted into the bay? But there were the lights of the city, And in vain was the white moon white; And the town, with its glare, had no pity For the dream of a summer night; So I turn the dream to a ditty To sing to you, Heart's Delight! |