| lyric | 1. The young May moon is beaming, love,
The glowworm’s lamp is gleaming, love,
How seet to rove,
Through Morna’s grove,
While the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Thena awake! The heav’ns look bright, my dear!
’Tis never tool late for delight, my dear!
And teh best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
2. Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love!
Then awake! Till the rise of sun, my clear!
The sage’s glass we’ll shun, my dear!
For in watching the flight,
Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear! |