HUSH, HUSH!

“Hush, hush!” — how well

That sweet word sounds,

When Love, the little sentinel,

Walks his night-rounds;

Then, if a foot but dare

One rose-leaf crush,

Myriads of voices in the air

Whisper, “Hush, hush!”

“Hark, hark,‘ tis he!”

The night elves cry,

And hush their fairy harmony,

While he steals by;

But if his silvery feet

One dew-drop brush,

Voices are heard in chorus sweet,

Whispering, “Hush, hush!”