Arabian Song

Meet me at even, my own true love,
Met me at even, my honey, my dove,
Where the moonbeam revealing
The cool fountain stealing
Away and away
Through flow'rets so gay,
Singing its silver roundelay.

Love is the fountain of life and bliss,
Love is the valley of joyfulness ;
A garden of roses,
Where rapture reposes ;
A temple of light,
All heavenly bright —
O, virtuous love is the soul's delight !