1

   Her Eyes the Glow-worme lend thee, 
   The Shooting Starres attend thee; 
      And the Elves also, 
      Whose little eyes glow, 
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. 


2

   No Will-o'th'-Wispe mis-light thee; 
   Nor Snake, or Slow-worme bite thee: 
      But on, on thy way 
      Not making a stay, 
Since Ghost ther's none to affright thee. 


3

   Let not the darke thee cumber; 
   What though the Moon do's slumber? 
      The Starres of the night 
      Will lend thee their light, 
Like Tapers cleare without number. 


4

   Then Julia let me wooe thee, 
   Thus, thus to come unto me: 
      And when I shall meet 
      Thy silv'ry feet, 
My soule Ile poure into thee.