1
Come, my love, the twilight star
Glistens o’er yon chestnut grove,
And our swains, from toil at rest,
Fly to join the maids they love:
Then, Zorayda, haste away,
Without thee no scene is gay!
2
Hark, my love, what blithesome sounds
Float so sweetly on the air —
From the village green they come,
Where our nymphs and swains repair:
But, Zorayda, without thee
Dull are gayest strains to me!
3
See, my love, they take their stand
For the gay bolero’s dance,
Now they move with graceful bend,
Or with agile step advance:
But, Zorayda, who like thee
Glides in airy motion free?
4
Fleeting as the sunny gleam
Scudding o’er you mountain’s sides,
When the passing clouds fly fast,
Are the hours that pleasure guides:
Then, Zorayda, haste away!
Pleasure flies while you delay