Omens and Oracles

Lyrics

Phantoms of the future, spectres of the past In the wakeful night came round me sighing Crying "Fool beware, Fool beware!" Check the feeling o'er thee stealing Let thy first love be thy last Or if love again thou must at least this fatal love forbear," Amara! Amara! Amara! Now the dark breaks, now the lark wakes; Now the voices fleet away Now the breeze about the blossom; Now the ripple in the reed; Beams and buds and birds begin to sing And say, "Love her for she loves thee." And I know not which to heed O, cara amara amara