He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
She. No, night's bird and love's
Bids all true lovers rest,
While his loud song reproves
The murderous stealth of day.
He. Daylight already flies
From mountain crest to crest
She. That light is from the moon.
He. That bird...
She. Let him sing on,
I offer to love's play
My dark declivities.
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Comments2Read this years ago. "That light is from the moon," nice.
This is such an emotionally charged piece yet very peaceful at the same time. The dialogue between the two voices conveys a sense of tension and longing which is deeply stirring. The line "My dark declivities" really stood out for me, shouting a willingness to embrace life's complexities, perhaps turning what seems negative into something lover's can explore. Poignant and memorable.