In the midspring glorious night
When besprinkled rain drops flight
Eyes get drunk with pleasing sleep
I do remember the promise you keep
Never to part were the words you speak spend with you will never forget the week
A violin played by sweet muse
All set eyes to your glorious cues
In the cradle we sat, you sung lullaby
As if I were a child about to cry
What made my eyes tearful was that kiss
Which you did in the end I miss
