It's my 100th post!

Where the gentle Avon flows and a trailing rambler grows
There's a window shining into the night,
And a casement curtain flutters and blows in candlelight.

And a girl sits listening there, to a haunting old world air
As if someone played so softly below
All entranced she hears that sweet serenade of long ago.

All the while her wonder grows as that music comes and goes,
Ah, what magic makes this rare delight?
Her calling awakes the midsummer night.

Who can it be playing out there,
Playing for me, such a sweet air?
Clavichord bells twinkling in time, why do you chime?
Why do you ring, ding, ding?
Tell me minstrel, tell me the tale of love you sing?

Phantom answer come there none, but she waited on and on
Till her window grew bright with dawn's early glow
And that bygone lover haunting the night was silent below.
He no longer played that sweet serenade of long ago.

* This is an Elizabethan song (serenade!) we're singing for choir by Christopher Hassall. It's so wonderful, I love it!