And Is It Night?

And is it night? Are they thine eyes that shine?

Are we alone and here? and here and here alone

May I come near? May I, may I but touch thy shrine?

Is jealousy asleep or is he gone?

O gods, no more silence my lips with thine,

Lips, kisses, joys, hap, blessings most divine.

Oh, come, my dear, our griefs are turned to night.

And night to joys; Night blinds pale Envy's eyes;

Silence and sleep prepare us our delight,

Oh, cease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries.

Oh, vanish words! words do but passions move.

O dearest life, joys sweet, O sweetest love!