Gaily sound the Castanet,
Beating time to bounding feet.
When, after daylight’s golden set,
Maids and youths by moonlight meet.
Oh! then, how sweet to move,
Through all that maze of mirth,
Lighted by those eyes we love,
Beyond all eyes on earth.
Then the joyeous banquet spread,
On the cool and fragrant ground.
With night’s bright eye--beams over head,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh! then, how sweet to say,
Into the loved one’s ear,
Thoughts reserved through many a day,
To be thus whispered there.
When the dance and feast are done,
Arm and arm as home we stray,
How sweet to see the dawning sun,
Over her cheek’s warm blushes play.
Then, then the farewell kiss,
And words whose parting tone
Lingers still in dreams of bliss,
That haunt young hearts alone.