"The young stars are glowing,
Their clear light bestowing!
Their radiance fills the calm, clear summer night!
Come forth like a fairy,
So blithesome and airy,
And ramble in their soft mystic light!"
The chorus, by spontaneous impulse, welled out tenderly yet with grand effect:—
"Come, come, come, Love, come!
Come, ere the night-torches pale!
Oh! come in thy beauty,