Breeze of the night in gentler sighs
⁠More softly murmur o'er the billow;
For Slumber seals my Fanny's eyes,
⁠And Peace must never shun her pillow.

Or breathe those sweet Æolian strains
⁠Stolen from celestial spheres above,
To charm her ear while some remains,
⁠And soothe her soul to dreams of love.

But Breeze of night again forbear,
⁠In softest murmurs only sigh;
Let not a Zephyr's pinion dare
⁠To lift those auburn locks on high.

Chill is thy Breath, thou breeze of night!
⁠Oh! ruffle not those lids of Snow;
For only Morning's cheering light
⁠May wake the beam that lurks below.

Blest be that lip and azure eye!
⁠Sweet Fanny, hallowed be thy Sleep!
Those lips shall never vent a sigh,
⁠Those eyes may never wake to weep.