When motes, that dancing
In golden wine,
To the eyes' glancing
Speak while they shine--
Then, the draught pouring,
Love's fountain free,
Mute, but adoring,
I drink to thee.
When sleep enchaineth,
Sense steals away--
Dream, o'er mind reigneth
With dark strange sway--
One sweet face floateth
Sleep's misty sea,
Th' unconscious heart doateth
On thee--on thee.