HER eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
⁠And the elves also,
⁠Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No Will-o'-the-wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
⁠But on, on thy way
⁠Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.

Let not the dark thee cumber:
What though the moon does slumber?
⁠The stars of the night
⁠Will lend thee their light
Like tapers clear without number.

Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me;
⁠And when I shall meet
⁠Thy silv'ry feet,
My soul I'll pour into thee.