Ah! dear one!
How often I think of the past!
Can it be you forget?
Perchance 'twas a passion too wondrous to last
But I dream of it yet!
I see you again, as you gazed in my eyes
With joy of delight!
So fondly you'd fold me as softly you told me
Of love through the star-sprinkled night

Sweet summer breeze, whispering trees
Stars shining softly above;
Roses in bloom, wafted perfume
Sleepy birds dreaming of love
Safe in your arms, far from alarms
Daylight shall come but in vain
Tenderly pressed close to your breast
Kiss me! Kiss me again