The Young May Moon by Thomas Moore

Lyrics

The young May moon is beaming, love The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love And I, whose star More glorious far Is the eye from that casemеnt peeping, love Then awake! — till risе of sun, my dear The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear Or, in watching the flight Of bodies of light He might happen to take thee for one, my dear