Full Lyrics
The dewdrop is never so clear
As when morning’s first ray sees it glisten;
And music is never so clear
As when to its last notes we listen.
We never know how we have loved,
Till what we’ve most loved has departed;
For the truth of affection is proved
By the cheerless and desolate hearted.
So pleasures are born but to die,
And are linked to our hearts but to never,
Like stars shooting ’thwart a dark sky
Shining brightest when fading forever.
