The Night-piece, to Julia

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,The shooting stars attend thee;And the elves also,Whose little eyes glowLike the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No Will-o'-th'-wisp mis-light thee,Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;But on, on thy way,Not making a stay,Since ghost there's none to affright thee.

Let not the dark thee cumber;What though the moon does slumber?The stars of the nightWill lend thee their light,Like tapers clear without number.

Then, Julia, let me woo thee,Thus, thus to come unto me;And when I shall meetThy silv'ry feet,My soul I'll pour into thee.