How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank - Ketil Bjørnstad

how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank

here will we sit

and let the sounds of music

creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night

how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank

here will we sit

and let the sounds of music

creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night

soft stillness and the night

become the touches of sweet harmony

look how the floor of heaven

is thick

inlaid with patines of bright gold

there’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st

but in his motion like an angel sings

still quiring to the young eyed cherubim’s

such harmony is in immortal souls

but whilst this muddy vesture of decay

doth grossly close it in,

doth grossly close it in,

we cannot hear it

we cannot hear it

how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank

here will we sit

and let the sounds of music

creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night