The twilight is starred,
The dawn has arisen;
Light breaks from the east
And Song from her prison.
Faint odors and sounds
The west-wind discloses
Of laughter and birds,
Of singing and roses.
It is time to be gone -
Day scatters the gloom;
But here at my side,
But still in the room,
Like the angel of life,
Too kind to depart,
You hang at my lips,
You hang at my heart!
