| He. Dear, I must be gone |
| While night shuts the eyes |
| Of the household spies; |
| That song announces dawn. |
| She. No, night’s bird and love’s |
| Bids all true lovers rest, |
| While his loud song reproves |
| The murderous stealth of day. |
| He. Daylight already flies |
| From mountain crest to crest. |
| She. That light is from the moon. |
| He. That bird … |
| She. Let him sing on, |
| I offer to love’s play |
| My dark declivities. |