Virelay: Regret
" PLAY low to-night
And do not sing! "
My thoughts take flight
And wing — and wing
To sorrowful wan skies, and white
Curved flower-cups scented through with Spring!
" Play low and do not sing. " ...
... There ... in the rain
I see one stand ...
The leaves look fain
To kiss his hand ...
Beyond him slopes, the furrowed lane, ...
The sunlight breaks across the land!
I dream , I see him stand ...
" Yes! quite awake!
Sing something dear! "
Did my voice break —
Was that a tear —
Shed softly for a memory's sake?
Ah! sobbing heart! he must not hear,...
" Sing something to me, dear! "
And do not sing! "
My thoughts take flight
And wing — and wing
To sorrowful wan skies, and white
Curved flower-cups scented through with Spring!
" Play low and do not sing. " ...
... There ... in the rain
I see one stand ...
The leaves look fain
To kiss his hand ...
Beyond him slopes, the furrowed lane, ...
The sunlight breaks across the land!
I dream , I see him stand ...
" Yes! quite awake!
Sing something dear! "
Did my voice break —
Was that a tear —
Shed softly for a memory's sake?
Ah! sobbing heart! he must not hear,...
" Sing something to me, dear! "
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