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 | The lion's cub |  |
XIII.
In the stillness of night,
In the chill moonlight,
What is it that I hear,
Coming near, near, near?
I peer in the darkness, but nothing I see,
Though a shadow is falling,
And voices are calling,
Half pain, half delight:
Art thou sighing for me?
Am I dying for thee?
Alone, all alone in the night!
In the chill moonlight,
What is it that I hear,
Coming near, near, near?
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Though a shadow is falling,
And voices are calling,
Half pain, half delight:
Art thou sighing for me?
Am I dying for thee?
Alone, all alone in the night!
Ah, no, no, no,
For the voices go,
And a burst of music comes,
The trumpet blows a blast,
And the cymbals follow fast,
With the rattle and the roll of the drums.
The night is past; the morn is here at last,
And a ship is sailing in, with my colors at her mast.
My lady at the prow,
Like a Queen upon her throne,
Waves her hand to me now,
And my sorrow is flown.
It was she who was sighing
Till the land came in sight,
For she feared I was dying
In the watches of the night,
Alone, all alone in the night!
For the voices go,
And a burst of music comes,
The trumpet blows a blast,
And the cymbals follow fast,
With the rattle and the roll of the drums.
The night is past; the morn is here at last,
And a ship is sailing in, with my colors at her mast.
My lady at the prow,
Like a Queen upon her throne,
Waves her hand to me now,
And my sorrow is flown.
It was she who was sighing
Till the land came in sight,
For she feared I was dying
In the watches of the night,
Alone, all alone in the night!
| The lion's cub | |