Four Songs, Op 13: No.4, Nocturne - Marta Fontanals-Simmons, Lana Bode, Samuel Barber

Close my darling both your eyes,

Let your arms lie still at last.

Calm the lake of falsehood lies

And the wind of lust has passed,

Waves across these hopeless sands

Fill my heart and end my day,

Underneath your moving hands

All my aching flows away.

Even the human pyramids

Blaze with such a longing now:

Close, my love, your trembling lids,

Let the midnight heal your brow,

Northward flames Orion’s horn,

Westward th' Egyptian light.

None to watch us, none to warn

But the blind eternal night.