Wake Thee, My Dear--Thy Dreaming Till Darker Hours Will Keep; While Such A Moon Is Beaming, 'Tis Wrong Towards Heaven To Sleep. Moments There Are We Number, Moments Of Pain And Care, Which To Oblivious Slumber Gladly The Wretch Would Spare. But Now,--Who'D Think Of Dreaming When Love His Watch Should Keep? While Such A Moon Is Beaming, 'Tis Wrong Towards Heaven To Sleep. If E'Er The Fates Should Sever My Life And Hopes From Thee, Love, The Sleep That Lasts For Ever Would Then Be Sweet To Me, Love; But Now,--Away With Dreaming! Till Darker Hours 'Twill Keep; While Such A Moon Is Beaming, 'Tis Wrong Towards Heaven To Sleep.