By Light And Song

In the garden, by light of moon,
By song of bird in a tree,
By song of nighbird flowing free,
A delicate and lovely tune,
The lovers on the grass disported.

In the garden, by light of love,
By light of hearts beating fast,
By light of singing hearts downcast,
A blessing from the fates above,
The lovers the bed and love courted.

In the garden, by light of dawn,
By light of stars softly sighing,
By light of shining stars undying,
Here for a moment, fading, gone,
The lovers begged night not to end yet.

In the garden, by light of morning,
By light of sun slanting on the grass,
By light of racing sun that makes night pass,
That gives a delicate golden warning,
The lovers swore never anything to regret.

In the garden, by light of sunrise,
By light of parting for a while,
By light of painful parting touched with guile,
Singing out pained from lovers' eyes,
Each lover to her husband did return.

In the garden, by light of twilight,
By light of sunset's joy in the west,
By light of flaming joy that shatters rest,
By this light of love and others more bright,
The lovers once again felt passion burn.