I Love the Night

I love the night when the moon streams bright
On flowers the drink the dew,
When cascades shout as the stars peep out,
From boundless fields of blue;
But dearer far than moon or star,
Or flowers of gaudy hue,
Or murmuring trills of mountain rills,
I love, I love, love—you!

I love to stray at the close of day,
Through groves of linden trees,
When gushing notes from song-birds' throats,
Are vocal in the breeze.
I love the night—the glorious night!
When hearts beat warm and true;
But far above the night I love,
I love, I love, love—you!