See, the moon in golden splendour
Rises o'er yon rill's soft flowing,
While the reeds sway tall and slender,
To the spicy south winds blowing.
Come, my Pearl, my Eastern daughter,
Come, my Rose of fragrant blisses,
Wand'ring by the moon-wash'd water,
I will steal a thousand kisses.
Come, the very winds are sighing,
Come, to love-clasp close and tender,
Come, my Moon, for night is dying,
Light my soul eiyh golden splendour;
Time has many radiant hours,
But he brooks not Love's delaying,
Let us pluck his sweetest flow'rs,
Ere their wither'd leaves go straying,
Come, my Rose, my Pearl, Come!