(Lyric Intermezzo) There Fell A Star From Realms Above-- A Glittering, Glorious Star To See! Methought It Was The Star Of Love, So Sweetly It Illumined Me. And From The Apple Branches Fell Blossoms And Leaves That Time In June; The Wanton Breezes Wooed Them Well With Soft Caress And Amorous Tune. The White Swan Proudly Sailed Along And Vied Her Beauty With Her Note-- The River, Jealous Of Her Song, Threw Up Its Arms To Clasp Her Throat. But Now--Oh, Now The Dream Is Past-- The Blossoms And The Leaves Are Dead, The Swan'S Sweet Song Is Hushed At Last, And Not A Star Burns Overhead.