Lyrics
Hark! as the twilight pale
Tenderly glows,
Hark! how the nightingale
Wakes from repose.
Only when sparkling high,
Stars fill the darkling sky,
Unto the nightingale
Listens the rose.
Here, where the fountainside
Murmuring flows,
Airs from the mountainside
Fan thy repose,
Eyes of thine glistening,
Look on me listening,
I am thy nightingale,
Thou art the rose.