Faintly and fine the violin

Floats silver melody across the air

All laden with the shine of moon,

Raises it's delicate sweet din

To urge the swaying phantom ladies

And their ruffled swains

To leave the winding shadowy garden paths

And join hands in the dance again,

Soft shine the lights

On terrace and on wall,

Wink slowly in the night,

Swing bright in tower and in hall

Slowly the figures move.

Deeply they bow and curtsey, and a face

Glows in the candle light.

They form to dance the stately minuet,

Old strange figures with an old strange grace.

Faintly - faintly, and fine, the song

Is taken up, old echoes still softly in the silence,

Then, faintly, and fine,

And low o'er the garden there begins

The haunting singing of the violin.