O, it is the hour of parting
Say good night my own love,
On rapid wing departing,
Our hour of bliss has flown love.
While thy trembling heart is beating,
And our lips
in fondness meeting—
Like kindred souls in holy greeting,
Breathe thy soft farewell love.

As passing shadows vanish
On the sunny main love,
That sweet good night shall banish
All my parting paia love.
Deeper shades around assembling !
And thy hand in mine is trembling.
Let love speak out without dissembling,
And breathe thy soft farewell love.