When the people and horses have gone And silence has fallen, The lonely road wakes; And all night, Under Cassiopeia and the Pleiades It sighs for its lost travellers. But at the hour before dawn, When the stars are cold, It whispers the world-secret. When the ships have passed, And their tracks have melted, And the white horses have sunk, The lonely sea wakes; And all night, Under Aldebaran and Arcturus, It moans for its lost soul. But at the hour before dawn, When the stars are cold, It whispers the world-secret. When the camels have swept by, And the caravan has vanished, The lonely Desert wakes; And all night, Under Cygnus and Perseus, It wails for its dead kings. But at the hour before dawn, When the stars are cold, It whispers the world-secret. |