| Good-night,
sweet princess, lay your fair head Upon pillows of down on your virginal bed, And dream of the glittering stars in your eyes-- Far grander and brighter than those in the skies-- The nightingales hover, their vigil to keep, Lest tears should spring forth from your eyes as you sleep. And slowly and gently each breath you take, 'Til morning birds coaxingly sing you awake. |