Whisperings, heard by wakeful maids,

  To whom the night-stars guide us;

Stolen walks thro' moonlight shades,

  With those we love beside us,

      Hearts beating,

      At meeting;

      Tears starting,

      At parting;

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!

  Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Wanderings far away from home,

  With life all new before us;

Greetings warm, when home we come,

  From hearts whose prayers watched o'er us.

      Tears starting,

      At parting;

      Hearts beating,

      At meeting;

Oh, sweet youth, how lost on some!

  To some, how bright and fleeting!