King Pharamond

And thou diest, fair daylight, now she draweth near me!

THE MUSIC (close outside)

Eve shall kiss night, And the leaves stir like rain As the wind stealeth light O'er the grass of the plain. Unseen are thine eyes Mid the dreamy night's sleeping, And on my mouth there lies The dear rain of thy weeping. Hold, silence, love, speak not of the sweet day departed, Cling close to me, love, lest I waken sad-hearted! O kind day, O dear day, short day, come again!