I hear not a footfall, There is not a tone;
O, greet thou mine ear With a song of thine own.
There is not a footfall, Nor voice save thine own,
But never seemed music So sweet in its tone.
Pour thy dear melody Lightly along;
Love wakes the lay, And my heart's in the song.
The song that hath cheered me Shall never depart,
Though it pass from the ear It will dwell in the hear.
In sunshine or sadness, In good or in ill,
The heart thou hast welcomed Shall beat for thee still.
To list thy music I'd leave the gay throng;
Love wakes &c.
What has earth dearer in palace or grove,
Than music at nightfall From lips that we love.
Music at nightfall, Music at nightfall
From lips that we love.
Nelson, Sydney, "Music at Nightfall" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 38.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.