Thou art risen, my beloved,
And thou callest me to follow,
Follow thro’ the chilly twilight
Of this silent virgin morning.

Whither, whither wouldst thou lead me,
To what place of new enchantment?
Can the day that thou art seeking
Give such rapture as the darkness?

Thou art warm with many kisses,
With the hand clasps of thy lover,
Turn again unto my bosom,
I would have it night for ever!