THE seraph of the eve past flower-beds strays..
The subtle colours of the sunset die
An exquisite death, long lingering in the sky;
The Lady of Reveries the Church organ plays. Past hearts the seraph of the evening goes..
The virgins drink love on the zephyr's wing;
And on the flowers and virgins opening
Adorable paleness gradually snows. The roses bow their heads as night grows darker;
The soul of Schumann wandering through space
A pain incurable seems to be sighing..
Somewhere a little baby must be dying..
My soul, put in the breviary a marker,
The Angel takes the tears from thy dream's face.