THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.
Now I leave this cottage lowly,
Where my love hath made her home,
Through the darksome forest roam,
Zephyr hastes her steps to meet,
Scattering round her incense sweet.
Grateful are the cooling breezes
Of this beauteous summer night,
And that gives the soul delight.
Willingly I’d leave to thee
By my maiden loved to me!