TESTO DEL LIED

"Oh, let the night speak of me"
di Arlo Bates (1850-1918)

Oh, let the night speak of me,
For day knows not how breaks with woe my heart;
Day knows not how I mournful stray,
Weeping for thee, so dear thou art.

The sad night weeps with me,
And lays her tear wet cheek against my own;
Although I walk in sunlit ways,
Still doth my heart in darkness moan.

The night shall speak of me
And say all things to thee I dare not show;
And to thy dreams my love display,
Till thou art melted by my woe.