To night’s dark, regal heaven,
Spoiler! I ask thee not reprieve for these.
But for the happy love
Whose light, where’er I rove,
Kindles all nature to a sudden smile,
Shedding on branch and flower
A rainbow-tinted shower
Of richer life—spare, spare me yet awhile.
Too soon, too fast thou’rt come!
Too beautiful is home—