Turn to me, Love the morning rays
Are glowing o’er thy languid charms;
Take one luxurious parting gaze,
While yet I linger in thine arms.
’Twas long before the noon of night
I stole into thy bosom, dear!
And now the glance of dawning light
Has found me still in dalliance here.
Turn to me, Lovel the trembling gleams
Of morn along thy white neck stray :
Away, away, you envious beams,
I’ll chase you with my lips away!
Oh I is it not divine to think,-
While all around were lull’d in night,
While even the planets seem’d to wink,-
We kept our vigils of delight?
The heart, that little world of ours,
Unlike the drowsy world of care,
Then, then awaked its sweetest powers,
And all was animation there!
Kiss me once more, and then I fly,
Our parting would to noon-day last;
There, close that languid trembling eye,
And sweetly dream of all the past!
As soon as Night shall fix her seal
Upon the eyes and lips of men,
Oh, dearest I will panting steal
To nestle in thine arms agains
Our joys shall take their stolen flight,
Secret as those celestial spheres
Which make sweet music all the night,
Unheard by drowsy mortal ears!