IV.

Look out! The stars are shining, The dew makes gray the meadow! The jasmine stars are twining About your window bright; The glow-worms green are creeping On lawns all dressed in shadow, The roses all are sleeping— Good-night, my heart, good-night!

The nightingale is singing Her song of ceaseless sorrow, The night's slow feet pass, bringing The day when I rejoice; Beloved beyond measure, Our bridal is to-morrow— Oh, thrill the night with pleasure! Oh, let me hear thy voice!

From cloudy confines sliding, The moon sails white and splendid; No roses now are hiding The glory of their grace; So, if my song thou hearest— For thee begun and ended— Light up the night, my dearest, And let me see thy face!