So this bosom when overflowing With some latent, deadly grief, Loves to revel in the music Of thy voice to find relief.

And when joys do hover ’round me, Weaving chaplets rich and bright, I’d away from pleasures turn me To my beautiful “Starlight.”

Lady! could I seal thy future, All of bliss and love ’twould be; And when time with us is ended, Spend eternity with thee.