When evening hushed in beauty lies
At the feet of the gathering night,
Bend on me then thy love-deep eyes
Like rays from the starry height,
And as the bosom of the lake
Reflects each treasured beam,
So shall my yearning soul awake
To the angel of my dream.

There is an hour when lover's dreams
Portray a theme so fair,
And in that transient hour it seems
Thou shouldst in truth be there.
For all my soul remembers thee
Not in the sullen day,
But when the stars shine silently
I pine for thee away.