歌词
Thro' the glamour of evening,
o'er each wooded height,
who'll tell us their meaning,
or stay their swift flight?
Fond love thoughts concealing,
to Night all revealing,
sweet fancy must roam!
An one maid would share them,
read those thoughts aright
ye breezes, oh, bear them,
nor stay their swift flight!
be ye clouds their alliant,
my love is as silent and fair as the Night.
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