A Night Song (Julius Benedict)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-02-28). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 116 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transposed down a semitone.
Title: A night song
Original text and translations
'Tis night, ‘tis night, the hour of hours,
When Love lies down with folded wings,
By Psyche in her starless bowers,
And down his fatal arrows flings,
Those bowers where not a sound is heard,
Save only from the bridal bird.
Who midst that utter darkness sings:
This her burthen soft and clear:
Love is here! Love is here!
'Tis night! the moon is on the stream;
Bright spells are on the soothed sea;
And Hope, the child, is gone to dream,
Of pleasures which may never be,
And now is haggard Care asleep,
Now doth the widow Sorrow smile;
And slaves are hushed in slumber deep,
Forgetting grief and toil awhile!