A tuneful melancholy
Whispers in my ear!
I wish for music,
But more, that you were here!
A tuneful melancholy
Teases my soul!
A wine for the tongue
That escapes the bowl!
A tuneful melancholy
Has me lingering
To play a song sweetly,
To learn the fingering.
A tuneful melancholy
Starts from far away.
When will it get here?
Oh, it will not say.
A tuneful melancholy
Whispers through the trees,
Not just pleasing me,
But pleasing these,
For trees love themselves,
As they stretch out sadly
Over the ruined turf,
Where I lie gladly—
Here a tuneful melancholy
Forever and forever lost,
Listens for your breath,
And sighs across the moss.
