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!