From Afar, In The Dead Of Night, By The Moon'S Dim, Uncertain Light, To Salute Thee With Loving Rite, I Come, Sweetheart, I Come. Oh! Refuse Not To Hear My Lay; From The Depths Of My Soul I Pray. Let My Accents My Love Betray To Thee, Sweetheart, To Thee. As I Sing In The Shade Below, As The Words Of My Greeting Flow, I Am Thrilled With The Fervent Glow Of Love, Sweetheart, Of Love. I Have Come From The Silent Moor, In The Still Of The Midnight Hour; I Have Come By My Passion'S Power For Thee, Sweetheart, For Thee. Then Awake From Thy Slumbers Light; Ere He Speed On His Homeward Flight, Bid Thy Lover A Last Good-Night. Good-Night, Sweetheart, Good-Night!