The givers of serenades

The givers of serenades

And the lovely women who listen

Exchange insipid words

Under the singing branches.

There is Thyrsis and Amyntas

And there's the eternal Clytander,

And there's Damis who, for many a

Heartless woman, wrote many a tender verse.

Their short silk coats,

Their long dresses with trains,

Their elegance, their joy

And their soft blue shadows,

Whirl around in the ecstasy

Of a pink and grey moon,

And the mandolin prattles

Among the shivers from the breeze.