Echoes (John Baptiste Calkin)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-05-24). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 103 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
1 Still the angel stars are shining,
Still the rippling waters flow,
But the angel voice is silent,
That I heard so long ago.
Hark! the echoes murmur low,
Still the wood is dim and lonely,
Still the plashing fountains play,
But the past and all its beauty,
Whither has it fled away?
Hark! the mournful echoes say,
2 But the bird of night complaineth,
(Now, indeed, her song is pain,)
Visions of my happy hours,
Do I call and call in vain?
Hark! the echoes cry again,
All in vain!
Cease, oh echoes, mournful echoes,
Once I loved your voices well;
Now my heart is sick and weary,
Days of old, a long farewell!
Hark! the echoes sad and dreary,