Amy Beach — Ariette

As the moon's soft splendor O'er the faint, cold starlight of heaven Is thrown So thy voice most tender To the strings without soul has 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 thy melody scatter Delight Though the sound overpowers Sing again, with thy sweet voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one