The midnight shadow sinking down has slung

Over your tent the one tent of us all, my love;

In whose close folds above you, near above,

The flame of my soul like a trembling star is hung.

That is my spirit hovering close above

You now as you turn your face towards the sky.

Oh, as you stand looking up, do you know it is I?

Do you lift your lips to kiss me good-night, my love?