7 Songs: No. 6, Melisande

"Far, far in the East, where shadows fall on the hills of the Holy Land,

Still in my dreams she dwells, my heart’s desire, Melisande.

Night folds his wings, the sea lies silent beneath her castle wall.

Even the moon is dim: her beauty holds him in thrall.

Lean down, O silver moon of Perigord.

Bear my love to her, let my dream steal into her heart.

Long, long is the road that leads to that far Holy Land,

Where she dwells alone, my heart’s desire, Melisande."