Tis the witching hour of night
Orbed is the moon and bright
And the stars they glisten, glisten
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?
For a song and for a charm,
see they glisten in alarm
And the moon is waxing warm
To hear what I shall say.
Moon keep wide with thy golden ears-
Hearken stars and hearken spheres!
Hearken though eternal sky!
I sing an infant´s lullaby
A pretty lullaby!
Listen, listen, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten
And hear my lullaby!
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