Moon soon sets now:
Elves cradled on the bough.
Day's fays drop asleep :
Dreams through the forest creep.

When broadens the moonlight, we frolic and jest;
When darkles the forest, we sink into rest.

Shine, fine star above !
Love's come, happy love !
Haste, happy wedding-night,
Full moon, round and bright!

And not till her circle is low in the west
We'll cease from our dancing, or couch us to rest!

Lute, mute fall thy strings !
Hush, every voice that sings!
Low, slow, sleepy song,
Fade forest-aisles along !

Of all thy sweet music a love-song is best! --
Thou hushest -- we're silent -- we sink into rest.