Gentle breezes whisper softly
Dimming as the twilight falls
Pale rays of the Evening Star begin
To smile upon the world…

Now the waxing moon is rising
Shining in the radiant firmament
Silenced is our noisy earth,
Heaven’s harmonies are sounding.

The soul hearkens
Slowly, gently, softy rocked
In the sweet arms of Morpheus...











Traduit par Kate Catleugh