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,