With the music marked “Dreamlike,” the poem has us dreaming of a love remembered. The composer has created a beautiful art song with both soaring melodies, and tender pensive moments, all in close compassion to the text.
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye, in thine eye.
Then I think oft if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight
Thou will come to me there, thou will come to me there, thou will come to me there!
And tell me our love is remember’d, even in the sky.
Then I sing sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear, it once was rapture to hear,
When our voices comingling breathed like one on the ear, when our voices comingling breathed like one on the ear;
And as an Echo, far off, through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, O my love O my love! ’tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly, answering, still the notes that once were so dear.