The night her silent sable wore,
And gloomy were the skies,
Of glittering stars appeared no more
Than those in Nelly's eyes ;
When to her father's gate I came,
Where I had often been,
And begged my fair, my lovely dame,
To rise and let me in.

Fast locked within my close embrace,
She trembling stood ashamed --
Her swelling breast, and glowing face,
And every touch inflamed.
With look and accents all divine
She did my warmth reprove, --
The more she spoke, the more she looked,
The warmer waxed my love.

0 then beyond expressing,
Transporting was the joy !
I knew no greater blessing,
So blest a man was I :
And she all ravish'd with delight,
Bid me oft come again,
And kindly vowed that every night
She'd rise and let me in.

Full soon soon I returned again
When stars were streaming free,
Oh slowly, slowly came she down,
And stood and gazed on me :
Her lovely eyes with tears ran o'er,
Repenting her rash sin --
And aye she mourn'd the fatal hour
She rose and loot me in.

But who could cruelly deceive,
Or from such beauty part ?
I lov'd her so, I could not leave
The charmer of my heart :
We wedded, and I thought me blest
Such loveliness to win ;
And now she thanks the happy hour
She rose and loot me in.