How clear she shines! How quietly
⁠I lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering me,
⁠'To-morrow, wake, but, dream to-night.'
Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
⁠These throbbing temples softly kiss;
And bend my lonely couch above,
⁠And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.

The world is going; dark world, adieu!
⁠Grim world, conceal thee till the day;
The heart thou canst not all subdue,
⁠Must still resist, if thou delay!

Thy love I will not, will not share;
⁠Thy hatred only wakes a smile;
Thy griefs may wound—thy wrongs may tear,
⁠But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!
While gazing on the stars that glow
⁠Above me, in that stormless sea,
I long to hope that all the woe
⁠Creation knows, is held in thee!