The twilight is starred, The dawn has arisen; Light breaks from the east And Song from her prison. Faint odors and sounds The west-wind discloses Of laughter and birds, Of singing and roses. It is time to be gone -- Day scatters the gloom; But here at my side, But still in the room, Like the angel of life, Too kind to depart, You hang at my lips, You hang at my heart! |