Where is the nymph whose azure eye
Can shine tro' rapture's tears?
The sun is sunk, the moon is high,
and yet she comes not here.
Oh, Maid of Marlivale!

Was that her footstep on the hill,
her voice upon the gale?
No, 't was wind and all was still.
Oh, Maid of Marlivale!

Come to me, love, I've wander'd far;
't is past the promis'd hour!
Come to me, love, the twilight star
shall guide thee to my bow'r,
oh, Maid of Marlivale.