I care not for all in the air,
If I want the sweet light of your eyes.
So meet me by moonlight alone.
Thou art gone from my Gaze.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream,
Oft I breathe thy dear name to the winds floating by,
But thy sweet voice is mute to my bosom’s lone sigh.
In the stillness of night when the stars mildly shine,
My heart fondly holds sweet communion with thine,