My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle, br Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle, br By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard, br Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood -- br And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone, br And in the dark, your eyes shine like the precious stones, br And smile to me, and hear I the voice: br My friend, my sweetest friend... I love... I'm yours...