In the evenings where glow worms swarm,
With sweet airs wafting from reposing flowers,
The atmosphere of peace silently slips in.
With the earth damp from mildew, ...
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.