No enchantment, we ween, on earth is known
Like the magic of such an hour.
’Tis sweet when the night by the moon is graced
To wander with her we love;
Or to sit with our arm around her waist,
While we coax from her hand the glove;
And to teaze in a whisper for one sweet kiss
Till we gain the darling boon!
Oh! for making love ne’er a time like this—
By the light of the August moon.