Do you say you doubt it?
Think no more about it,
I shall slip away you see.
Oh, goodnight, goodnight,
Dreamland seems so bright,
Whispering of your blue eyes true,--
Of the little silent word,
Once, you know, I overheard,
Oh, it was so rash of you!
See, I shut the door,
Do you want me more?
Echoes falling on mine ear,