Through the windows on the park

Float the waltzes, weirdly sweet;

In the light, and in the dark,

Rings the chime of dancing feet.

Mid the branches, all a-row,

Fiery jewels gleam and glow;

Dreamingly we walk beneath,—

Ah, so slow!

All the air is full of love;

Misty shadows wrap us round;

Light below and dark above,

Filled with softly-surging sound.

See the forehead of the Night

Garlanded with flowers of light,

And her goblet crowned with wine,

Golden bright.

Ah! those deep, alluring eyes,

Quiet as a haunted lake;

In their depths the passion lies

Half in slumber, half awake.

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