Awake, awake!
Or dawn will break
Without you there for it to see;
And then the sun will downcast be
And sorely chide me.
No, sleep - oh sleep!
I'd rather keep
(What care I for skies of blue?
Only I will gaze on you.)
You dreaming here beside me.
Awake, and then
You'll sleep again
With me, in my embrace;
If not the moon, why should the sun blush?
Awake, and soon I'll see the flush
Of pleasure dawning on your face.