In the quiet night,
love touches the heart of a musician.
And he sings without abandon, for all his joys and all his sorrows
are based on a single inspiration, the revelry of the night around.
Where do these melodies go?
Whereof do these songs rise?
Yet they touch the hearts of all in the night,
and surges of life accompany this outburst of love.
Entranced by his music, fountains of white stone weep for their lovers lost,
And the poet laughs, for he finds that the music expresses his deepest longings.
The hidden creatures of the night too begin life in the forest with triumphant ecstasy,
and the night is deluged in an ocean of love so divine.
love touches the heart of a musician.
And he sings without abandon, for all his joys and all his sorrows
are based on a single inspiration, the revelry of the night around.
Where do these melodies go?
Whereof do these songs rise?
Yet they touch the hearts of all in the night,
and surges of life accompany this outburst of love.
Entranced by his music, fountains of white stone weep for their lovers lost,
And the poet laughs, for he finds that the music expresses his deepest longings.
The hidden creatures of the night too begin life in the forest with triumphant ecstasy,
and the night is deluged in an ocean of love so divine.
This has very strong influences of "Clair de Lune", a poem by the French poet Paul Verlaine.
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