The evening star is sparkling bright,
And in darkness fades the rosy light:
How sweetly shines that evening star,
Bright-twinkling o'er the hills afar!
The last expiring gleam of day,
The mellow twilight, steals away;
But soon, with full and silver light,
The moon walks forth and cheers the night.

What softer feelings through my soul,
What tender, sweet emotions roll!
Though the light of day is gone, is gone,
My love still burns as brightly on:
And beneath the moon I rove along,
And low I hum my own dear song;
Away 't is floating on the air,—
O, will it reach my fair, my fair?
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