With love and caresses

We vowed that with love and caresses,

We'd spend the whole soft summer's night.

But what has become of the hours?

The world is awake and 'tis light.

The sun bringeth tears in his wake, love,

The night sobs her tender good-bye,

And I must be likewise departing,

Departing alas! with a sigh.

I would the whole world were illumin'd

And bath'd in the light of thine eyes;

By day and by night we'd rejoice, love,

All heedless of time as it flies.