Roger Quilter - The Night Piece

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

No Will-o'th'-Wisp mislight 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 night
Will 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 meet
Thy silv'ry feet
My soul I'll pour into thee