A concert. Hark to the prelude’s opening bar!
Played by the sheep bells tinkling on the hill;
Dogs bark and frogs are croaking near the mill,
The watchman’s rattle beats the time afar.
Like water bubbling in a magic jar,
The nightingale begins a liquid trill,
Another answers; and the world’s so still,
You’d think that you could hear that falling star.
I scarcely see for light the stars that swim
Aloof in skies not dark but only dim.
The women’s voices echo far away.
And on the road two lovers sing a song:
They sing the joy of love that lasts a day:
The sorrow of love that lasts a whole life long.