It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard- It is the hour - when lovers' vows Sweet in every word They seem sweet in every whispered word. And gentle winds and waters near Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, Stars and sky are met… And in the sky the stars are met. And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue - And in the Heaven, that's clear obscure Softly dark… darkly pure…