An Ariette for Music. To a Lady singing to her Accompaniment on the Guitar

As the moon's soft splendor

O'er the faint, cold starlight of heaven

Is thrown,

So thy voice most tender

To the strings without soul has given

Its own.

The stars will awaken,

Though the moon sleep a full hour later

Tonight:

No leaf will be shaken

Whilst the dews of thy melody scatter

Delight.

Though the sound overpowers,

Sing again, with thy sweet voice revealing

A tone

Of some world far from ours,

Where music and moonlight and feeling

Are one.