From the sultry sun to hide;
When no hour like that of night is sweet,
Save the gentle twilight hour;—
In a tempting, gracious time like this,
I felt love’s earliest power.
But the lady that then I first beheld
Is a lady so fair to see,
That, of all who witness her blooming charms,
None fails to bend the knee.
And her beauty, and all its glory and grace,