ThomasMoore
HowsweettheanswerEchomakes
ToMusicatnight
When, rousedbyluteorhorn, shewakes,
Andfarawayo'erlawnsandlakes
Goesansweringlight!
Yetlovehathechoestruerfar
Andfarmoresweet
Thane'er, beneaththemoonlight'sstar,
Ofhornorluteorsoftguitar
Thesongsrepeat.
’Tiswhenthesigh,—inyouthSincere
Andonlythen,
Thesighthat'sbreathedforonetohear—
Isbythatone, thatonlyDear,
Breathedbackagain.
被那唯一的爱人
再次呼出，送回。
Isbythatone, thatonlyDear,
Breathedbackagain.
