In Arcady by moonlight

In Arcady, by moonlight, (where only lovers go,)

There is a pool, where fairest of all the roses grow.

Why are the moonlit roses so sweet beyond compare?

Among their purple shadows my love is waiting there.

To Arcady by moonlight the paths are open wide!

But only joy can enter, and only joy abide;

There is the peace unending, that perfect faith can know,

In Arcady by moonlight, where only lovers go.