As bright as though ’twere lit is thine on me now,
For ’tis memory that brings all thy beauty to me;
Still, Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee,
Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee,
Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee.
The Gay Cavalier.
’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,
And the moon o’er the waters played,
When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,