By Moonlight

Like dark dreams stand the houses,
Stretched out in lengthened row;
And shrouded close in my mantle
I silently by them go.

The bell of the Cathedral
Chimes midnight from above;
I know, with charms and kisses,
Now waits for me my Love.

The moon is my companion,
Who kindly leadeth me;
At last I reach her dwelling,
And cry out joyfully:

"Old Confidante, I thank thee
That thou hast lit my way!
Shine on, now that I leave thee,
And lend the rest thy ray!

"And should'st thou find a lover,
Who lonely makes his moan,
Give him the same dear comfort
That I, of old, have known."