The ships of Arcady

Thro' the faintest filigree,

o-ver the dim waters go,

little ships of Arcady,

when the morning moon is low.

I can hear the sailors' song

from the blue edge of the sea,

passing like the lights a-long

Thro' the dusky filigree

Then where moon and waters meet

sail by sail they pass away,

With little friendly winds replete

blowing from the breaking day

and when the little ships have flown,

Dreaming still of Arcady

I look across the waves, alone

in the misty filigree.

Thro' the faintest filigree,

O-ver the dim waters go...

Little ships of Arcady

When the morning moon is low