At the mid hour of night when stars are weeping, I fly To the lonely vale we lov'd when life shone warm in thine eye; And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of air, To revisit past scenes of delight; thou wilt come to me there, And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky. Then I'll sing the wild song, which once 'twas rapture to hear, When our voices, both mingling, breathed like one on the ear, And, as Echo far off thro' the vale my sad orison rolls, I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the kingdom of souls Faintly answering still the notes which once were so dear!
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- Also set in English, adapted by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852) , "At the mid hour of night", appears in Irish Melodies, 5th No., first published 1813 [an adaptation] FRE ; composed by Hubert Bath, Maurice Blower, Herman Brearly, Benjamin Britten, Frederic Hymen Cowen, Sir, Ella Ivimey, Gregory W. Kosteck, Edward Lawrence (attribution uncertain), Hamish MacCunn, Jack Meredith Tatton, Charles Wood.
Researcher for this text: Ted Perry
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