There's a door in your chamber, lady mine;
I, the king, have the key;
There's a walk in our garden's deepest shade,
For you, sweet, and me!
We are royal and distant by day,
When the world is in sight;
But at night we have hearts, and we love,
And are happy at night!
Not a lamp now remains, lady mine!
All is still: let us rise:
I can track you by the beat of your heart,
And the light of your eyes!
Through the dusk of the lindens we'll glide
To that alley of ours,
And walk in the light of the moon,
And the odor of flowers!