Edmund Rostand

Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.

Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.

Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene read more

Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene
Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine
Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror
Cyrano Act 5.

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, read more

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths
Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets
Cyrano Act 5.