Waltz

Hark! How sweet ringing, harmonious, the sounds be:

Whispers expand into cheers far and wide.

Let me, fair maid, with embraces surround thee,

Like a beloved his amorous bride.

Oh come! Let us rise with the tones that are surging,

Winding about us like love's voices dear:

And with the blessed deception be merging,

Fancying gaily what ne'er shall be here.

Eye matching eye, and with cheeks that are glowing,

Quivering whimpers of long sought for thrills!

Ah! When those hours of delight will be going,

Longing, most mournful, my poor bosom fills,

Ne'er more shall flow'r what once has decayed,

We hear rosy youth only once sing its song,

Wherefore, ere our hearts' burning fire shall fade,

Love for love's sake, for May's smile won't last long.

Hark! How sweet-ringing, harmonious the sounds be:

Whispers expand into cheers far and wide.

Let me, fair maid, with embraces surround thee,

Like a beloved his amorous bride.