Ah! dear one!
How often I think of the past!
Can it be you forget?
Perchance 'twas a passion too wondrous to last,
But I dream of it yet!
I see you again, as you gazed in my eyes
With joy of delight!
So fondly you'd fold me as softly you told me
Of love through the star-sprinkled night.

    Sweet summer breeze, whispering trees,
    Stars shining softly above;
    Roses in bloom, wafted perfume,
    Sleepy birds dreaming of love.
    Safe in your arms, far from alarms,
    Daylight shall come but in vain.
    Tenderly pressed close to your breast,
    Kiss me! Kiss me again.