When the misty shadows glide

When the misty shadows glide,

At the tranquil end of day,

Then let the soul of silence come,

And in our love abide.

Let then thy heart, thy soul,

Thy ev'ry sense be merged in me,

Amid the languorous breath of pine,

And sweet arbutus tree.

Close then thine eyes, my beloved.

On thy soft breast hands recline,

And from thy heart submissive

Drive forth all plan, all design.

Soft and gentle breezes,

Sweet lullaby breezes stir,

And stealing thro' the sunburnt grass

Their murmuring whispers bring,

And when twilight falls, with dark

And solemn shadows creeping by,

Voice of our despair!

The nightingale shall sing.