Lyrics:

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sweep of night
When the winds are breathing low
And the stars are shining bright
I arise form dreams of thee
And the spirit in my feet hath led me
Who knows how
Who knows how
To thy chamber window sweet
I arise from dreams of thee
The nightingale's complaint
It dies upon her heart
As I must die on thine
O, beloved as thou art!
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
Oh! Press it close to thine again
Where it will break at last