Come, come to me, love!
Come, love!--Arise
And shame the bright stars
With the light of thine eyes;
Look out from thy lattice--
Oh, lady-bird, hear!
A swan on the water--
My gondola's near!

Come, come to me, love!
Come, love!--My bride!
O'er crystal in moonbeams
We'll tranquilly glide:
In the dip of the oar
A melody flows
Sweet as the nightingale
Sings to the rose.

Come, come to me, love!
Come, love!--The day
Brings warder and cloister!
Away, then--away!
Oh, haste to thy lover!
Not yon star above
Is more true to heaven
Then he to his love!