"Night is falling over meadow,
And no star, the flow?r of shadow,
Shines in heaven far above.
But what matter stars in heaven
When the glimpse to me is given
Of the sparkling eyes of love?

Ah, behold, ?tis the house
Of magic power;
All in flower
Bids thee come and join our playing
Cease delaying.

The lagoon is now forsaken
As I glide along to thee
Come, my love, softly waken
While the beeves follow free.
I do all thee,
I implore thee;
When thou knowest 
I am adore thee,
What alarm can bring thee fear?

Come my love, and hasten lightly,
Never moment smiled more brightly
On our love with blissful cheer,
With blissful cheer, ah, blissful cheer.
All too soon will come the morrow,
All too soon from thee I must fly;
Shall I then implore in sorrow,
Ah, beloved, and grieving thus die,
Ah, beloved, ah beloved, and grieving thus die,
And grieving thus die, and grieving thus die?"