Thine is the mystic melody, The far-off murmur of some dreamland sea Lifting throughout the night, Up to the moon’s mild light, Waves silver-lustrous, silvery-white, That beat in rhythm on the shadowy shore, And burst in music, and are seen no more.
Where in its old historic splendor stands The home of England’s far-famed Parliament, And waters of the Thames in calm content At England’s fame flow slowly o’er their sands; And where the Rhine past vine-entwinèd lands Courses in castled beauty, there I went; And far to southern rivers, flower-...
A Dresden shepherdess was one day Milking a small Delft cow, When a Sevres Marquis came along— I saw him smile and bow: “O lovely shepherdess, hear my song,” I think I heard him say, “For thou hast captured my porcelain heart, And by my sword I swear thou art A star in the Milky Way.”
Where in its old historic splendor stands The home of England’s far-farmed Parliament, And waters of the Thames in calm content At England’s fame flow slowly o’er their sands; And where the Rhine past vine-entwined lands Courses in castled beauty, there I went; And far to Southern rivers, flower...
Thine is the mystic melody, The far-off murmur of some dreamland sea Lifting throughout the night, Up to the moon’s mild light, Waves silver-lustrous, silvery-white, That beat in rhythm on the shadowy shore, And burst in music, and are seen no more.
