Sentiment

[Intro]
What have we in common
With the rose
Which trembleth
When a drop of dew
Has formed upon it?

[Verse 1]
Only for us remains the memory
Of sultry moons and summer rains;
And we have found, where petals lie
The flowers that bloom mournfully

[Verse 2]
And what of the moon
Which beckons ebon tides
To stir stone hearts
In lonely waves of gray?

[Verse 3]
Do we not hide
From the wake of love
Do we not quake
From the pain of sentiment?

[Outro]
What have we in common
With the rose
Which trembleth
When a drop of dew
Has formed upon it?