Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,

XII

What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,

XIII

Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,

XIV

My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!

XV

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,

XVI

O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go

XVII