Liza Lehmann - When on my bed the moonlight falls

When on my bed the moonlight falls
I know that in thy place of rest
By that broad water of the west
There comes a glory on the walls;

Thy marble bright in dark appears
As slowly steals a silver flame
Along the letters of thy name
And o'er the number of thy years

The mystic glory swims away;
From off my bed the moonlight dies;
And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:

And then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast
And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn