Evening

Sail, fair moon, through heaven's blue,

Over mountain height

Sparkle wavelet twinkle dew!

Beauteous art thou night.

Mirrored on thy bosom, sea

Hold the peaceful ray

While across the snow white lea,

Zephyrs lightly play.

'Tis as tho' some magic pow'r

Banished at this hour

Thoughts and fancies that the day

brings and takes away,

And I feel that death must be

Yet I cannot grieve,

What I love and what loves me

In my heart doth live.