I slept,—'twas midnight,—in my bosom woke,
⁠As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;
To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;
⁠What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?

She was away; the world's unceasing strife
⁠For her alone I suffered through the heat
Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing life
⁠At cooling eve!—my guerdon was complete.

The sun now set, and wand'ring hand in hand,
⁠His last and blissful look we greeted then;
While spake our eyes, as they each other scanned:
⁠"From the far east, let's trust, he'll come again!"

​At midnight!—the bright stars, in vision blest,
⁠Guide to the threshold where she slumbers calm;
Oh, be it mine, there too at length to rest,—
⁠Yet howsoe'er this prove, life's full of charm!