The Herald - Comus

As a single star glides

Swiftly down the night

A soft wetting note issues

From the time-worn flute

Frowning slightly the herald listens

Wistful across the night

And from way back behind

The day comes the echoed answer

The day advances oh so slowly

His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute

But clear his flute and sadly

Walks forward followed by the day

Herald of morning walks across

The Earth eternally

And somewhere in the black distance

Another herald puts down his flute

And the dewy dawn creeps on

And the night withdraws

The day advances oh so slowly

His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute

But clear his flute and sadly

Walks forward followed by the day

Herald of morning walks across

The Earth eternally