(Two Voices.)
Sweet maid, arise!—
Yon high bright moon,
Love’s light, alone,
Shines like thy beauty in the deep blue skies.
The winds are gone to rest;
The heavens all silent watch for thee—
This hour—this hour is blest—
Oh! haste—come down to me!
HARPER.
(Bass—One Voice.)
I see the light, and the lattice moves,
And her dark eye looks for the youth she loves—
Sing on—sing on!
Though the harper’s old, yet the harp he bears
Has the fire of youth, for the lovers’ prayers—
Sing on—sing on—sing on!
TRIO.
Sweet love, arise!—
Yon high bright moon,
Love’s light, alone,
Shines like thy beauty in the deep blue skies.
II.
LOVER.
(Two Voices.)