Come to thy window, Love,

And through the lattice bars

Show me a fairer sky above.

With two more lovely stars;

So shall the summer night

Know new depths of delight,

And I in dreams grow wise

Remembering thine eyes.

Come to thy window, Sweet,

And wide the lattice swing,

That vagrant zephyrs may repeat

What words my lips shall sing

Unto your ears anew,

Up from the fragrant dew,

That all your dreams may be

Like those that gladden me.

Come to thy window:—soft!

Thy footstep light I hear.

About me silence, but aloft

A melody most dear.

It is thy voice that fills

The night’s blue cup and spills

Into the air the word

A rose breathes to a bird.

Come to thy window:—so,

I glimpse the gleam of grace.

Rose of all roses now I know

Featured in thy fair face:

Now all love’s joy is mine

Save one heart that is thine.

Dearest, my dream is this—

Thy heart’s beat and thy kiss!