[He.]
Dear, I must be gone
While night shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.

[She.]
No, night's bird and love's
Bids all true lovers rest,
While his loud song reproves
The murderous stealth of day.

[He.]
Daylight already flies
From mountain crest to crest

[She.]
That light is from the moon.

[He.]
That bird...

[She.]
Let him sing on,
I offer to love's play
My dark declivities.