Now come and lie with me, the moment calls,

The evening star now rises o’er the hill,

And soon the gloaming’s gentle velvet falls

As into every grotto shadows spill.

Mad wings begin their chaos in the air,

Cicada voices trill ‘midst darkling trees,

While lightning bugs court lovers with a flare

And silvered light now glistens on the seas.

Soft grass becomes our bed beneath the stars,

Above us now, ten thousand stars or more;

The distant sound of waves that greet the bar,

Then laugh in glee upon the waiting shore.

Two hearts enthralled—no theater more grand—

Where love or lust plays out upon the strand.