Leaned out of their skyey bowers above
And sang in sweet measures an olden tune.
I dreamed the sweetest of dreams that night;—
And the portals of heaven seemed opening wide
As the music grew sweeter and nearer each note
And rose and fell like the swell of the tide.
Ah the beautiful, beautiful stars of that night,
And the beautiful music they left in my heart
Shall brighten and brighten forever and aye
And never forever my soul shall depart.