"Hush, hush!"—how well

That sweet word sounds,

When Love, the little sentinel,

  Walks his night-rounds;

Then, if a foot but dare

  One rose-leaf crush,

Myriads of voices in the air

  Whisper, "Hush, hush!"

"Hark, hark, 'tis he!"

  The night elves cry,

And hush their fairy harmony,

  While he steals by;

But if his silvery feet

  One dew-drop brush,

Voices are heard in chorus sweet,

  Whispering, "Hush, hush!"