Joan Sutherland ❊ Crépuscule by Jules Massenet

Gloaming Like a curtain beneath the whiteness of their close-wrapped petals, the lilies have closed in their hearts and the ladybirds hav...Gloaming Like a curtain beneath the whiteness of their close-wrapped petals, the lilies have closed in their hearts and the ladybirds have gone to bed. Until the morning light, hidden like a virgin’s dream in the heart of the lilies, the ladybirds have gone to bed. The lilies only sleep for a moment. Shall we not speak of love, heads bent together? The ladybirds have gone to bed.