I love the night when the moon streams bright
  On flowers the drink the dew,
When cascades shout as the stars peep out,
  From boundless fields of blue;
But dearer far than moon or star,
  Or flowers of gaudy hue,
Or murmuring trills of mountain rills,
  I love, I love, love—you!

I love to stray at the close of day,
  Through groves of linden trees,
When gushing notes from song-birds' throats,
  Are vocal in the breeze.
I love the night—the glorious night!
  When hearts beat warm and true;
But far above the night I love,
  I love, I love, love—you!