To thoughts of many colors and desires,
With whispering fingers:
All now are silent, their last farewells said,
Their last songs sung, their last tears sadly shed;
Yet Love has given it many dreams to keep
In this lone room, where only shadows creep,
And silence lingers.
The old piano answers to my call,
And from my fingers lets the last notes fall.
O Soul that I have loved! With heavenly birth