Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? br Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? br Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush br Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush? br Is it the smile of the autumn, the blush br Of the spring? Is the world full of peace or alarms? br Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms! br br Come to my arms, though the hurricane blow. br Thunder and summer, or winter and snow, br It is one to us, one, while our spirits are curled br In the crimson caress: we are fond, we are furled br Like lilies away from the war of the world.