The voice that sings across the night br Of long forgotten days and things, br Is there an ear to hear aright br The voice that sings? br br It is as when a curfew rings br Melodious in the dying light, br A sound that flies on pulsing wings. br br And faded eyes that once were bright br Brim over, as to life it brings br The echo of a dead delight, br The voice that sings.