ROSEI.
The spring-time of my glory fades not ...
CHORUS.
Many times shall you behold
The pale moon of dawn ...
ROSEI.
This is the moon-men’s dance;
Cloud-like the feathery sleeves pile up; the song of joy
From dusk to dawn I sing.
CHORUS.
All night we sing.
The sun shines forth again,
Sinks down, and it is night ...
ROSEI.
Nay, dawn has come!