The May Night

When the silvery moon

Shines through the flutt'ring leaves,

When her pale, drowsy light

Over the field she throws,

And the nightingale warbles,

I go sadly o'er hill and vale.

Somewhere hid in the leaves

Two softly cooing doves fill my heart with delight

Yet, do I turn away

Turn to shadows that are darker

In my eye is but one tear

Where, O vision whose smile streams like the rosy dawn

Through the depths of my soul, where

On this earth are you?

In my eye is but one tear,

It burns me,

Burns upon my cheek.