Classic Poem

Air of a flute within the night,
Sweet — tender — melancholy —
Tracing the sinuous harmony
Of a clear calling stream in flight.

Sole voice beneath the stars' far light,
I vaguely share thy revery —
Air of a flute within the night,
Sweet — tender — melancholy.

Cadence that cradles all despite,
No word may ever echo thee!
What matter? weeping pensively,
Listening afar, it follows me —
Air of a flute within the night!