In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances,
In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances,
As oblivion deepens, speak of hidden trances,
In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances.
This languid grace, the heart's threads all sundered,
This languid grace, the heart's threads all sundered,
In silence, of a broken melody, surrendered,
In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances.
Some light now filtering through the cage's bars,
Some light now filtering through the cage's bars,
Of open skies and soaring, distant stars,
In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances.
Her lovely tresses, tales of evening's woes,
Her lovely tresses, tales of evening's woes,
Till dawn arrives, in this manner, as it goes,
In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances,
As oblivion deepens, speak of hidden trances,
In this evening of sorrow, speak of those coy glances.
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