24. Do You Remember That Night?

DO YOU remember that night

That you were at the window,

With neither hat nor gloves,

Nor coat to shelter you;

I reached out my hand to you,

And you ardently grasped it,

And I remained in converse with you

Until the lark began to sing?

Do you remember that night

That you and I were

At the foot of the rowan tree,

And the night drifting snow;

Your head on my breast,

And your pipe sweetly playing?

I little thought that night

Our ties of love would ever loosen.

O beloved of my inmost heart,

Come some night, and soon,

When my people are at rest,

That we may talk together;

My arms shall encircle you,

While I relate my sad tale

That it is your pleasant, soft converse

That has deprived me of heaven.

The fire is unraked,

The light extinguished,

The key under the door,

And do you softly draw it.

My mother is asleep,

And I am quite awake;

My fortune is in my hand,

And I am ready to go with you.