TESTO DEL LIED

"It is the hour"
di George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingales high note is heard
It is the hour when lovers vows
Seem sweet in every whisperd word
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met:
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue

And in the Heaven, that clear obscure
So softly dark and darkly pure,
That follows the decline of day
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.