OUR revels now are ended, so good night, so good night,
And each unto our chamber let us hie,
And there lose ourselves in visions till the broad daylight
Again has bid adieu unto the sky.
So good-bye
Till day has gone out of the sky.

'My couch is in the daisy with its golden, golden eye,'
'And mine is in the violet, sweet and pure,'
'And mine the modest blue bell, beneath whose canopy
I dream away the angry day secure.'
So good-bye
Till day has gone out of the sky.

But when the day's departed, upstarting from our dreams
We'll gather in a ring upon the green,
And there dance till night's enraptured, and the pale moon seems
To mourn the fate that changeth such a scene.
So good-bye
Till day has gone out of the sky.