Strings in the earth and air

 Make music sweet;

Strings by the rivers where

 The willows meet.


There s music along the river

 Form love wander there,

Pale flowers on his mantle

 Dark leaves on his hair.


All softly playing,

 with head to the music bent,

And fingers straying

Upon an instrument 





The twilight turn from amethyst

 To deep and deeper blue,

The lamp fills with a pale green glow

 The trees of an avenue


The old piano plays an air,

 Sedate and slow and gay

She bends upon the yellow keys

 Her head inclines this way


Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands

 That wander as the list

The twilight turns to darker blue

 With lights of amethyst





At that hour when all things have repose,

 O lonely watcher of the skies,

 Do you hear the night wind and the sighs

Of harps playing unto love to unclose

The pale gates of sunrise


When all things repose do you alone

 Awake to hear the sweet harps play

 To love before him on his way,

And the nightwind answer in antiphon

Till night is overgone?


Play on, invisible harps, unto love

 Whose way in heaven is aglow

 At that hour when soft lights come and go,

Soft sweet music in the air above

 And in the air below.


When shy stars goes forth in heaven

 All maidenly, disconsolate,

Hear you amid the drowsy even

 One who is singing b our gate.

His song is softer than the dew

 And his come is to visit you.


O bend no more in revery

 When he at eventide is calling

Nor muse: Who ma this singer be

 Whose song about m heart is falling?

Know you by this, the lover s chant,

`Tis I that am your visitant.