Single
HEM
Feb 20, 2023
- House
- 3:50
Is it not sweet to know?—
The moon hath told me so—
That in some lost romance, love,
Long lost to us below,
A knight with casque and lance, love,
A thousand years ago,
I kissed you from a trance, love?—
The moon hath told me so
"But now, O baby mine, together,
We turn this hope of ours again
To many an hour of summer weather,
When we shall sit and intertwine
Our spirits, and instruct each other
In the pure loves of child and mother!
Two human loves make one divine."
She looketh up, in earth's despair,
The hopeful heavens to seek;
That little cloud still floateth there,
Whereof her loved did speak:
How bright the little cloud appears!
Her eyelids fall upon the tears,
And the tears down either cheek.
Is it not sweet to know?— (But now, O baby mine )
The moon hath told me so— (together)
That in some lost romance, love, (We turn this hope of ours again)
Long lost to us below, (To many an hour of summer weather,)
A knight with casque and lance, love, (When we shall sit and intertwine)
A thousand years ago, (Our spirits, and instruct each other)
I kissed you from a trance, love?— (In the pure loves of child and mother!)
The moon hath told me so. (Two human loves make one divine.")
……down either cheek.
That little cloud still floateth there,
Whereof her loved……
(……down either cheek.)
That little cloud still floateth there,
Whereof her loved……
(……down either cheek.)