Do you remember the glimmer of moonlight,
the rustling of the sea over the rock,
the trembling of drowsy leaves,
and the rattle of cicadas
behind the garden’s hedge?

Through the twilight, in the highland garden,
We were walking; the laurels were blooming,
a grotto loomed behind the grapevine,
and a pool under the waterfall
brimming, was reverberating.

Do you remember the freshness of the air,
The smell of roses, the swirling streams,
the whole of Nature’s charm,
and the involuntary meeting of lips,
into an unbidden kiss?

This is the music of Nature,
this is the music of the soul,
I heard it some other years,
After tempests and storms,
I heard it clearly in the stillness of air.

I listened--and my heart grew warmer,
by the Southern warmth in the air,
it was easier to sing and believe,
I listened, and I wanted this music
to permeate everything.