I will not let thee go.
Ends all our month-long love in this?
Can it be summed up so,
Quit in a single kiss?
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake